I watched her furtively.

Then she let her eyes meet mine; those dear, wonderful eyes of hers! And her mouth was half-smiling, and very tender.
"You _silly_!" That's every word she said, on my oath.
But I stopped that car dead still and gathered her into my arms, and--Oh, well, I won't trail off into sentiment, you couldn't appreciate it if I did.
It's a mercy Weaver's car _was_ done for, or they could have walked right up and got their hands on us before we'd have known it..