"Will you come with me?
Or will you go with Tommy--and the Ralstons ?" There was neither anxiety nor persuasion in his voice.

Tommy frowned over its utter lack of emotion.

He did not think his friend was playing his cards well.
But to Stella that coolness had a different meaning.

It stirred her to an impulse more headlong than at the moment she realized.
"I will come with you," she said.
"Good!" said Monck simply, and stood back for her to pass.
She went by him without a glance.

She felt as if the wild throbbing of her heart would choke her.