The book fell from her hand; she again saw Graydon Muir coming forward to greet her with an easy grace which no prince in story could surpass, and with an expression in his dark blue eyes which no woman fails to understand.

It assured her that neither in the old world nor in the new had he seen her equal.
"I wish it could be," she murmured; "I hope it can be; were it not for that 'if' it should be soon." Thus, after her own fashion, another girl had designs upon Graydon..