Such men do not break their hearts for love.

She had refused his request that he might write to her without a qualm; and mostly because she imagined so vividly what would have been his look of triumph had she granted it.
Then she had spent the rest of the winter and early spring in thinking about him.

And now she was going to do this reckless thing, out of sheer wilfulness, sheer thirst for adventure.

She had always been a spoilt child, brought up with boundless indulgence, and accustomed to all the excitements of life.

It looked as though Douglas Falloden were to be her excitement in Oxford.