When he came to Dorothy he cast one glance at her, then set his face sternly and kept on, with his heart pulling him back at every step.

Dorothy did not open her eyes until he had fairly passed her, and then she looked and saw him going away from her without a word.

Then she gave a little cry that no one could have interpreted with any written language.

She called not Eugene by his name; she said no word; but her heart gave that ancient cry for its lover which was before all speech; and that human love-call drowned out suddenly all the others.
But when Eugene stopped and turned, Dorothy blushed so before his eyes that her very neck and arms glowed pink through her lace tucker and sleeves.

She shrank away, twisting herself and hiding her face, so that he could see naught of her but the flow of her muslin skirts and her curling fair locks.
Eugene stood a minute looking at her.