After planning exactly how she should meet any contingency that might arise, she found herself baffled.

She had not expected to meet this attitude.

She was not prepared to meet it.

She had taken it for granted that Art Osgood would shun a meeting; that she would have to force him to face her.

And here he was, sitting on the porch rail and swinging one spurred and booted foot, smiling at her and talking, in high spirits over the meeting--or a genius at acting.