Her dark eyes were singularly brilliant, and burned as with a suppressed excitement.
"She is bound to have her fling like the rest, I suppose," he muttered; "and that romp is more to her than the offer of a brother's love and help--an offer half forgotten already, no doubt.

Yet she puzzles one.

She never was a weak girl mentally.

She was always a little odd, and now she is decidedly so.

Well, I will let her gang her ain gate, and I shall go mine." He little dreamed that she was seeking weariness, action that would exhaust, and that the expression of her eyes, so far from being caused by excitement, was produced by feelings deeper than he had ever known.
When the music ceased he sauntered up and told her that her sister had retired.
"I had better follow her example," she said.
"Would you not like a brief stroll on the piazza?
After exertions that, in you, seem almost superhuman, you must be warm." "Why more superhuman in me than in others ?" "Simply because of my old and preconceived notions." "I fear I am disappointing you in every respect.