Her chin rose a little; and an odd defiance flashed from her eyes.

But almost instantly it was gone, and a slow smile had come to her lips.
"Yes, I know.

Every one--says that Cyril hates women," she observed demurely.
"Then, Billy, I sha'n't give up!" vowed Bertram, softly.

"Sometime you WILL love me!" "No, no, I couldn't.

That is, I'm not going to--to marry," stammered Billy.
"Not going to marry!" "No.