He took refuge again in his reserve.
But it was now mixed with a certain pique.
Yet how much softer her face looked in the moonlight! Even her square jaw had lost that hard, matter-of-fact, practical indication which was so distasteful to him, and always had suggested a harsh criticism of his weakness.

How moist her eyes were--actually shining in the light! How that light seemed to concentrate in the corners of the lashes, and then slipped--a flash--away! Was she?
Yes, she was crying.
Cass melted.

He moved.

Miss Porter put her head out of the window and drew it back in a moment dry-eyed.
"One meets all sorts of folks traveling," said Cass, with what he wished to make appear a cheerful philosophy.
"I dare say.

I don't know.