Margaret Maynard rose above dread of her mother and greeted Lane graciously when occasion offered.
Dorothy Dalrymple and Elinor always evinced such unhesitating intention of friendship that Lane grew to avoid meeting them.

And twice, when he had come face to face with Mel Iden, her look, her smile had been such that he had plunged away somewhere, throbbing and thrilling, to grow blind and sick and numb.

It was the failure of his hopes, and the suffering he endured, and the vain longings she inspired that heightened his love.

She wrote him after the last time they had passed on the street--a note that stormed Lane's heart.

He did not answer.