"I'm not afraid!" he cried aggressively.

"It's better that you should go.

Don't haggle--go!" As Grant could think of no reason why he shouldn't, and as he had the keenest curiosity to see how the "old tartar" was taking it, he went.
Margaret's voice came in response to his knock.

"Oh, it's you," said she in a tone of relief.
Her face was swollen and her eyes red.

She looked anything but lovely.
Grant, however, was instantly so moved that he did not notice her homeliness.