It would have given Dory a surprise, a vastly different notion as to what she thought of him, had he seen her unawares just then.
"_Made_ you ?" "Made," she repeated.
"And you did it ?" "I've promised I will." "Why ?" "I don't just know," was her slow reply.
"Because he was afraid it might make bad blood between you and me ?" "That was one of the reasons he urged," she admitted.

"But he thought, too, it would be bad for him and me." A long silence.

Then Arthur: "Del, I almost think you're not making such a mistake as I feared, in marrying him." "So do I--sometimes," was his sister's, to him, astonishing answer, in an absent, speculative tone.
Arthur withheld the question that was on his lips.

He looked curiously at the small graceful head, barely visible in the deepening twilight.

"She's a strange one," he reflected.