"Tell me--why are you going to the Nest ?" It was a point-blank, determined question, with still a hint of suspicion in it; and her eyes, as she asked it, were the clearest, steadiest, bluest eyes he had ever looked into.
He was finding it hard to live up to what he had expected of himself.
Many times he had thought of what he would say when he found this girl, if he ever did find her; but he had anticipated something a little more conventional, and had believed that it would be quite the easiest matter in the world to tell who he was, and why he had come, and to tell it all convincingly and understandably.

He had not, in short, expected the sort of little person who stood there against her bear--a very difficult little person to approach easily and with assurance--half woman and half child, and beautifully wild.

She was not disappointing.

She was greatly appealing.

When he surveyed her in a particularizing way, as he did swiftly, there was an exquisiteness about her that gave him pleasureable thrills.