The Maccabee was taken aback and embarrassed.

He felt that he was an intruder.

But even the flush on her face in restraining emotion made her loveliness more than ever winsome.

He let his hand drop softly on hers.

But in the genuineness of his sympathy he was not too moved to feel that her hand warmed under his clasp.
"The difference between a fool and a blunderer," he said contritely, "is that the blunderer is always sorry for his mistakes.