Then she looked at John Gilman.

He BELIEVED what he was saying; he was happy again.

Linda evolved the best smile she could.
"How stupid of us not to have guessed!" she said.
Closing the door behind them, Linda leaned against it and looked up through the skylight at the creep blue of the night, the low-hung stars.
How long she stood there she did not know.

Presently she went to her chair, picked up her pencil, and slowly began to draw.

At first she scarcely realized what she was doing, then she became absorbed in her work.