Before Westcott finished his meal his mood had changed to tolerant amusement.

That the girl had deliberately deceived him was plain, enough, revealed now in both her manner and words.

What her true purpose might have been in apparently seeking his friendship at first could not now be conjectured--indeed, made little difference--but it was clear enough she really belonged to the Lacy crowd, and had no more use for him.
Westcott was sorry for the turn things had taken; he made no attempt to disguise this from his own mind.

He was beginning to like Miss Donovan, to think about her, to feel a distinct interest in her.

Some way she had impressed him deeply as a young woman of character and unusual charm--a breath out of the East to arouse his imagination and memory.