His own handsome face had been expressionless when he returned her bow, and Betty could not have guessed how consoled and comforted he was by it.
With great fortitude and self-denial he forbore to look in her direction again, but he lingered at the table until the last moment that he might watch her when she returned to the coach.

Mr.Carrington entertained ideals where women were concerned, and even though he had been the one to profit by it he would not have had Betty depart in the minutest particular from those stringent rules he laid down for her sex.
Consequently that distant air she bore toward him filled him with satisfaction.

It was quite enough for the present--for the present--that three times each day his perseverance and determination were rewarded by that curt little acknowledgment of her indebtedness to him.
It was four days to Richmond.

Four days of hot, dusty travel, four nights of uncomfortable cross-road stations, where Betty suffered sleepless nights and the unaccustomed pangs of early rising.

She occasionally found herself wondering who Carrington was.