But he was not in the mood to see it.
"You certainly ought to be," replied he, with his frank smile that was so full of the suggestions of health and sanity and good humor.

"You'll never get a martyr's crown at _my_ expense." At New York he rearranged their steamer accommodations.

It was no longer diffidence and misplaced consideration that moved him permanently to establish the most difficult of barriers between them; it was pride now, for in her first stormy, moments in the train he had seen farther into her thoughts than he dared let himself realize..