For, whether her name was Anita or Anne, about her beauty there could be no argument; but he assured himself that he had acted within his rights.

A girl who could see in a well-meant offer to be kind only a subject for ridicule was of no interest to him.

Nor did her telegrams insisting upon continuing their acquaintance flatter him.

As he read them, they showed only that she looked upon him as one entirely out of her world--as one with whom she could do an unconventional thing and make a good story about it later, knowing that it would be accepted as one of her amusing caprices.
He was determined he would not lend himself to any such performance.
And, besides, he no longer was a foot-loose, happy-go-lucky reporter.

He no longer need seek for experiences and material to turn into copy.
He was now a man with a responsible position--one who soon would be conferring with cabinet ministers and putting ambassadors At their ease.
He wondered if a beautiful heiress, whose hand was sought in marriage by the nobility of England, would understand the importance of a London correspondent.