"You can attend the High School and the classes, if you please.

I have put the two hundred and fifty dollars out at interest for you." "Oh, Harry!" she cried reproachfully.

"Why didn't you tell me before!" He did not understand; but the pleasure of it had all faded.

She no longer felt enthusiasm, nor gratitude, nor anything except a dull feeling that she had been unnecessarily discouraged.

And on his side, Thorpe was vaguely wounded.
The days, however, passed in the main pleasurably for them both.