Ah, she is here now," she announced, as a swift step was heard in the corridor outside; a moment later the portieres parted, and the young girl whose portrait he had been critically analyzing entered the room.
"I shall know at once by the first words he utters whether I shall like him or not," thought the girl, looking straight into his face with her fearless, keen, gray eyes.

"He is handsome, and that generally goes with great conceit, Faynie always said." "I hope we shall be friends, Miss Fairfax," he said, extending his hand and bowing low over the little brown one that lay for an instant in his palm.
"There is a great mistake evident at the outset," said the girl, looking up into his face.

"Mamma said just now: 'This is my daughter Claire.' I think mamma intended to add, 'Miss Claire Stanhope.' Mr.Fairfax was my steppapa." Kendale smiled amusedly, both at the mother's momentary discomfiture and the young girl's brusque straightforwardness.
"I like her better than any one I have ever met.

I shall marry her," he promised himself..