Some kind of a shock went through Duane.

Her gray eyes were beautiful, but it had not been beauty that cut short his speech.

He seemed to see a tragic struggle between hope and doubt that shone in her piercing gaze.

She kept looking, and Duane could not break the silence.
It was no ordinary moment.
"What did you come here for ?" she asked, at last.
"To see you," replied Duane, glad to speak.
"Why ?" "Well--Euchre thought--he wanted me to talk to you, cheer you up a bit," replied Duane, somewhat lamely.

The earnest eyes embarrassed him.
"Euchre's good.