There was about her form and motion an indefinable gracefulness that was like the charm of this hazy, undulant, moonlit prairie, and this blue sky seen through the lace of thin, milk-white clouds.

It was not until she spoke Katy's name that he began to return to himself.

Katy was the one jarring string in the harmony of his hopes.
"About Katy?
Certainly, Miss Marlay.

Won't you sit down ?" "No, I thank you." "Mr.Charlton, couldn't you get Katy away while her relations with Westcott are broken?
You don't know how soon she'll slip back into her old love for him." "If--" and Albert hesitated.

To go, he must leave Miss Minorkey.