Yes, she would be sorry if she were to see Jefferson paying attention to another woman.

Was this love?
Perhaps.
These thoughts were running through her mind as they sat there side by side isolated from the main herd of passengers, each silent, watching through the open rail the foaming water as it rushed past.

Jefferson had been casting furtive glances at his companion and as he noted her serious, pensive face he thought how pretty she was.

He wondered what she was thinking of and suddenly inspired no doubt by the mysterious power that enables some people to read the thoughts of others, he said abruptly: "Shirley, I can read your thoughts.

You were thinking of me." She was startled for a moment but immediately recovered her self possession.