It was disquieting.

He made for unrest.
"You're a dream of a dancer," Billy Roberts was saying.

"I've heard lots of the fellows talk about your dancing." "I love it," she answered.
But from the way she said it he sensed her reluctance to speak, and danced on in silence, while she warmed with the appreciation of a woman for gentle consideration.

Gentle consideration was a thing rarely encountered in the life she lived.

IS THIS THE MAN?
She remembered Mary's "I'd marry him to-morrow," and caught herself speculating on marrying Billy Roberts by the next day--if he asked her.
With eyes that dreamily desired to close, she moved on in the arms of this masterful, guiding pressure.