She noticed for the first time that he looked taller in his long black serape and riding-boots, and, oddly enough, much more like the hero of an amorous tryst than Van Loo.

"I know," she said brightly, "you are eager to get back to your old friend, and it would be selfish for me to try to keep you longer.

You have had a stupid evening, but you have made it pleasant to me by telling me what you thought of me.

And before you go I want you to believe that I shall try to keep that good opinion." She spoke frankly in contrast to the slight worldly constraint of Barker's manner; it seemed as if they had changed characters.

And then she extended her hand.
With a low bow, and without looking up, he took it.