But information is always useful, isn't it ?" Just for a moment the boy's heart went down into his boots.

She didn't love him yet; he knew that He intended to earn her love as an honest man earns his living.

What hurt was the note of flippancy in her voice in talking of an event that was to him so momentous and wonderful.

It seemed to mean no more to her to have entered into a lifelong tie than the buying of a mere hat--not so much, not nearly so much, as to have found a way of not going back to those two old people in the country.
She was young, awfully young, he told himself again.

Presently her feet would touch the earth, and she would understand.
As they walked up Fifth Avenue and with little gurgles of enthusiasm Joan halted at every other shop to look at hats that appealed to Martin as absurdly, willfully freakish, and evening dresses which seemed deliberately to have been handed over to a cat to be torn to ribbons, it came back to him that one just such soft spring evening, the year before, he had walked home from the Grand Central Station and been seized suddenly with an almost painful longing to be asked by some precious person who belonged wholly to him to share her delight in all the things which then stood for nothing in his life.