For days past I've seen right into his mind--seen, I mean, the struggle that has been taking place between his pride and--yes, the extraordinary attraction that girl seems to have for him.
He's no fortune-hunter, you know; also, he wants so little, the lucky man, that I think her money would be a positive bother to him." Lionel Varick stared at Blanche Farrow.

She had a way of being right about worldly matters--the triumph of experience over hope, as she had once observed cynically.

But this time he felt sure she was wrong.
The feminine interest in a possible, probable, or even improbable love-affair always surprises the average man--surprises, and sometimes annoys him very much.
"Do you go so far as to say she returns this--this feeling you attribute to him ?" he asked abruptly.

He was relieved to see Blanche shake her head.
"No; I can't say that I've detected any response on her part," she said lightly.

"But she's very old-fashioned and reserved.