Her presence, her love had overcome his restraint.

She thrilled in the sweet consciousness of her woman's conquest.

How splendid he was! To hold back physical tenderness, the simple expressions of love, because he had feared they might unduly influence her! He had grown in many ways.
She must be careful to reach up to his ideals.

That about Flo Hutter's toil-hardened hands! Was that significance somehow connected with the rift in the lute?
For Carley admitted to herself that there was something amiss, something incomprehensible, something intangible that obtruded its menace into her dream of future happiness.

Still, what had she to fear, so long as she could be with Glenn?
And yet there were forced upon her, insistent and perplexing, the questions--was her love selfish?
was she considering him?
was she blind to something he could see?
Tomorrow and next day and the days to come held promise of joyous companionship with Glenn, yet likewise they seemed full of a portent of trouble for her, or fight and ordeal, of lessons that would make life significant for her..