Her eyes sparkled, her lips parted in a rosy smile.
"Yes, Mr.Landover, it was worth while," she said, and went on, leaving him to reflections that were as perplexing as they were unanticipated.
She experienced a short spell of triumph.

After all, Percival was in love with her.

She did not need Olga Obosky to tell her that.

She could see, she could feel for herself.

A certain glee possessed her,--indeed, as she afterwards succeeded in analysing the sensation, it bordered decidedly on malice.