Peter heard the quick breath behind him with which she grasped it.

"Now that you are here, however, I'll tell your party that you will be driving home with us." She gathered up her draperies and was gone down the path she had come before either of the others thought to stop her.

Eunice had not made a move to do so.

She stood clasping the back of the chair from which she had freed her dress, and looked across it mutinously at Peter.
"And what," she quivered, "has Mr.Weatheral to say to me ?" "There is nothing," he told her, "that I would say to you, Miss Goodward, unless you wished to hear it." His magnanimity shamed her a little.
"I broke my engagement to you," she admitted, "broke it to come here with--the others.

I haven't any excuse to offer you." "And when," Peter demanded of her, "have I asked any other excuse of you for anything that you chose to do except that you chose it.