As they shook hands emotion made them speechless.

He stumbled awkwardly as he turned to leave, became still more hotly self-conscious when he saw the grin on the faces of the group of loungers at a packing case near the curb.
Susan did not see the loafers, did not see anything distinctly.
Her feet sought the uneven brick sidewalk uncertainly, and the blood was pouring into her cheeks, was steaming in her brain, making a red mist before her eyes.

She was glad he had left her.
The joy of being with him was so keen that it was pain.

Now she could breathe freely and could dream--dream--dream.

She made blunder after blunder in working over the accounts with her uncle, and he began to tease her.
"You sure are in love, Brownie," declared he.
Her painful but happy blush delighted him.
"Tell me all about it ?" She shook her head, bending it low to hide her color.
"No?
.