He smiled down at her; but there was something so insistent in the smile that it troubled her.
"It's an ill wind that blows no good," said Veath softly.
"What blows well for one may blow ill for another," she responded a little coldly, though she did not refuse the proffered arm; and they staggered toward the doorway.
As they passed into the main saloon he suddenly asked her if she would let him speak to her of a matter that long had been on his mind.

She did not look him in the face, but she knew it was white and determined.

The time had come when he was to tell her that he loved her.

He begged for a moment's time and gained her unspoken permission.

They sank to a couch near the stairway, Grace giving a last helpless, hopeless glance at Hugh as he and his companion passed from the apartment.
"I can see by the manner in which you act that you know what I want to say to you.