She bloomed like a flower in her garden, infinitely finer than those who wrangled around her and strove to gather her, and yet in a measure helpless before them.
In a moment Dorothy answered her question negatively herself: "I will not marry Burr," she said, without raising her head, and yet with that tone of voice which accompanies a lift of chin and stiffening of the neck muscles.
Eugene looked at her, and extended his arms as if he would take her to him again; then drew them back.

"I do not know what to counsel you," he said, slowly.

Then his eyes fell before the sudden shame and distress in Dorothy's.
"You do not know what do counsel me!" she cried.

"Then you do not--care--" Tears rolled over her cheeks, and Eugene gathered her into his arms again, and laid his cheek against her fair head, and soothed her as he would have soothed a child.

"There, there," he whispered, "it is not that, it is not that, sweet.