Therefore the restraint and nonchalance upon which Carley prided herself sustained eclipse.
"Glenn! Look--who's--here!" she called, in voice she could not have steadied to save her life.

This meeting was more than she had anticipated.
Glenn whirled with an inarticulate cry.

He saw Carley.

Then--no matter how unreasonable or exacting had been Carley's longings, they were satisfied.
"You!" he cried, and leaped at her with radiant face.
Carley not only did not care about the spectators of this meeting, but forgot them utterly.

More than the joy of seeing Glenn, more than the all-satisfying assurance to her woman's heart that she was still beloved, welled up a deep, strange, profound something that shook her to her depths.