"Am I jealous ?" she whispered.

"No!" But she knew in her heart that she lied.
A woman could no more help being jealous, under such circumstances, than she could help the beat and throb of her blood.

Nevertheless, Carley was glad Flo Hutter had been there, and always she would be grateful to her for that kindness.
Carley disrobed and, donning her dressing gown, she unpacked her bags and hung her things upon pegs under the curtained shelves.

Then she lay down to rest, with no intention of slumber.

But there was a strange magic in the fragrance of the room, like the piny tang outdoors, and in the feel of the bed, and especially in the low, dreamy hum and murmur of the waterfall.