He looked at Cary through a red mist.

This cleared, but a seed that was in Rand's nature, buried far, far down in the ancestral earth, swelled a little where it lay in its dim chasm.

The rift closed, the glow as of heated iron faded, and Rand bitterly told himself, "He will win; more than that, he deserves to win! As for you, you are here to behave like a gentleman." He turned more fully to Unity, and talked of books and of such matters as he thought might be pleasing to a lady.
Fairfax Cary entered, brushing the drops from his coat-sleeve.

"The rain is coming down," he said, and with deliberation seated himself beside Miss Dandridge.
"That's good!" exclaimed the Colonel.

"Now things will grow!--Jacqueline, child, aren't you going to sing to us ?" Jacqueline rose, left the window, and went to her harp, Cary following her.