She had won Glenn's admiration; she had won the Western girl's recognition.

But her passionate, stubborn desire had been ignoble, and was proved so by the rebound of her achievement, coming home to her with a sweetness she had not the courage to accept.

She forced it from her.

This West with its rawness, its ruggedness, she hated.
Nevertheless, the June days passed, growing dreamily swift, growing more incomprehensibly full; and still she had not broached to Glenn the main object of her visit--to take him back East.

Yet a little while longer! She hated his work and had not talked of that.