He represented to her the one desirable thing, difficult of attainment, perhaps, but worth the effort.

Soft glances and words hinting at tenderness, sighs and half-spoken appeals were all made to serve their obvious purpose.

If Wingate's responses were a little artificial, he still made no attempt to hurry through the meal.

He seemed perfectly content to consider the attractions which his companion heaped into the shop window of her being.

Once she almost amused him, and he found himself for a few seconds contemplating her with some glimmering of the thought which she was so anxious to instil into his brain.