"If it wasn't for--for father I'd like you to stay--and break some of my bread." Dorn was looking at the girl as he spoke.

Her steady gaze had been on him ever since she entered the car, and in the shade of her hat and the veil she was adjusting her eyes seemed very dark and sweet and thoughtful.

She brightly nodded her thanks as she held the veil aside with both hands.
"I wish you luck.

Good-by," she said, and closed the veil.
Still, Dorn could see her eyes through it, and now they were sweeter, more mysterious, more provocative of haunting thoughts.

It flashed over him with dread certainty that he had fallen in love with her.