She hoped she was not damaging her character.

But it was good, watching him slyly from under drawn-down lids, to see the flash of triumph that would come into his tired eyes in answer to her half-protesting: "Yes, I see your point, I hadn't thought of that," her half reluctant admission that "perhaps" he was right, there; that "perhaps" she was wrong.

It was delightful to see him young again, eager, boyishly pleased with himself.

It seemed there was a joy she had not dreamed of in yielding victory as well as in gaining it.

A new tenderness was growing up in her.