"The graceful waltz, like the stately minuet, flourished back in the days when people rested rather than raced." "More's the pity," said Glenn.

Then after a moment, in which his gaze returned to the fire, he inquired rather too casually, "Does Morrison still chase after you ?" "Glenn, I'm neither old--nor married," she replied, laughing.
"No, that's true.

But if you were married it wouldn't make any difference to Morrison." Carley could not detect bitterness or jealousy in his voice.

She would not have been averse to hearing either.

She gathered from his remark, however, that he was going to be harder than ever to understand.
What had she said or done to make him retreat within himself, aloof, impersonal, unfamiliar?
He did not impress her as loverlike.