Her mouth was soft; her eyes were bright, almost appealing.
If Tavernake had been a judge of woman's looks, he must certainly have found her attractive.
"I am very, very grateful to you," she continued, holding out her hand.
"I shall always remember how kind you were.

Good-bye!" "You are not going ?" he asked.
She laughed.
"Why, you didn't imagine that you had taken the care of me upon your shoulders for the rest of your life ?" she demanded.
"No, I didn't imagine that," he answered.

"At the same time, what plans have you made?
Where are you going ?" "Oh! I shall think of something," she declared, indifferently.
He caught the gleam in her eyes, the sudden hopelessness which fell like a cloud upon her face.

He spoke promptly and with decision.
"As a matter of fact," he remarked, "you do not know yourself.

You are just going to drift out of this place and very likely find your way to a seat on the Embankment again." Her lips quivered.