And the half-desire it built up in him, while aggravatingly persistent, was less disturbing than before.

The little drama in the dining-room had had its effect upon him in spite of himself.

He liked fighters.

And Mary Standish, intensely feminine in her quiet prettiness, had shown her mettle in those few moments when he had seen her flashing eyes and blazing cheeks after leaving Rossland.

He began to look for Rossland, too.