Neither did he make a move to assist her.

His ardent gray eyes were following her slim, graceful figure admiringly.
"Billy, it doesn't seem true, yet, that you're really mine," he said at last, in a low voice shaken with emotion.
Billy turned abruptly.

A peculiar radiance shone in her eyes and glorified her face.

As she stood, she was close to a picture on an easel and full in the soft glow of the shaded lights above it.
"Then you _do_ want me," she began, "-- just _me!_--not to--" she stopped short.

The man opposite had taken an eager step toward her.