MADAM BOWKER'S BLESSING "If you like I'll go up and tell your grandmother," said Craig, breaking the silence as they neared the hotel.

But Margaret's brain had resumed its normal function, was making up for the time it had lost.

With the shaking off of the daze had come amazement at finding herself married.
In the same circumstances a man would have been incapacitated for action; Craig, who had been so reckless, so headlong a few minutes before, was now timid, irresolute, prey to alarms.

But women, beneath the pose which man's resolute apotheosis of woman as the embodiment of unreasoning imagination has enforced upon them, are rarely so imaginative that the practical is wholly obscured.

Margaret was accepting the situation, was planning soberly to turn it to the best advantage.