On the contrary, her eyes lost all their merriment, and her blood rushed hotly into her cheeks.

She became for that afternoon a creature of moods, now talking quickly and perhaps a trifle wildly, now relapsing into long silences.
Wogan was troubled by a thought that the strain of her journey was telling its tale even upon her vigorous youth.

It may be that she noted his look of anxiety, but she said to him abruptly and with a sort of rebellion,-- "You would despise any woman who had the temerity to change her mind." "Nay; I do not say that." "But it is merely politeness that restrains you.

You would despise her, judging her by men.

When a man changes his mind, why, it is so, he changes his mind.