She was learning to dread even more Graydon's high-toned sense of honor, the final decisions he reached from motives which had slight influence with her.

What if she should permit both men to slip from her grasp, while she hesitated?
She fairly turned cold with horror at the thought of this and of the poverty which might result.
Thus, from widely differing motives, two girls were sighing for time; and Graydon Muir, strong, confident, proud of his knowledge of society and ability to take care of himself, was walking blindly on, the victim of one woman's guile, the object of another woman's pure, unselfish love, and liable at any hour to be blasted for life by the fulfilment of his hope and the consummation of his happiness.
Sweet Madge Alden, hiding your infinite treasure, deceiving all and yet so true, may you have time!.