He could feel it dancing in his eyes.
"He asked me if I had made up my mind," she replied.
"Made up your mind to marry him ?" "Yes." The pause was heavy, it seemed to swing against them.
"And you?
What did you say ?" He tried to conceal the burning of his interest to know.

His voice was steady--each note of each word quiet, true, subdued; but when the brain is tautened, vibrating as was his, it gives out of itself unconsciously.

She felt the strain in her mind as well, just as though a wire, drawn out, were stretched between them.

She heard the note, half-dominant in his speech.

However quiet his voice, he could not dull her ears to that.
"Oh, I told him I couldn't; it was impossible.