He tried to have some especial talk with her, but her extreme reserve forced him to content himself with such response to his rather urgent overtures as might be extracted from a keenly attentive smile.
It must be confessed, however, that if the response was vague, the satisfaction was great, and that Rowland, after his second visit, kept seeing a lurking reflection of this smile in the most unexpected places.
It seemed strange that she should please him so well at so slender a cost, but please him she did, prodigiously, and his pleasure had a quality altogether new to him.

It made him restless, and a trifle melancholy; he walked about absently, wondering and wishing.

He wondered, among other things, why fate should have condemned him to make the acquaintance of a girl whom he would make a sacrifice to know better, just as he was leaving the country for years.

It seemed to him that he was turning his back on a chance of happiness--happiness of a sort of which the slenderest germ should be cultivated.

He asked himself whether, feeling as he did, if he had only himself to please, he would give up his journey and--wait.