In reality it was nothing of the kind.

Gilbert was merely smiling with appreciation of the whole affair in general and of the effect produced by Anne's slender white form and spiritual face against a background of palms in particular.

Josie Pye, whom he had driven over, sat beside him, and her face certainly was both triumphant and taunting.

But Anne did not see Josie, and would not have cared if she had.

She drew a long breath and flung her head up proudly, courage and determination tingling over her like an electric shock.