Lorna bounced up in a fury, and in the sharp quarrel that followed, Lane realized he was dealing with flint full of fire.

Lorna left without finishing her supper.
"Daren, that's not the way," said his mother, shaking her head.
"What is the way, mother ?" he asked, throwing up his hands.
"I don't know, unless it's to see her way," responded the mother.
"Sometimes I feel so--so old-fashioned and ignorant before Lorna.
Maybe she is right.

How can we tell?
What makes all the young girls like that ?" What indeed, wondered Lane! The question had been hammering at his mind for over a month.

He went back to bed, weary and dejected, suffering spasms of pain, like blades, through his lungs, and grateful for the darkness.

Almost he wished it was all over--this ordeal.