I thank you--really, I do. It
makes me feel better, somehow, to have had any one think so well
of me as you do. And Grant ought to be proud of your friendship."
Their eyes met. She flushed to the line of her hair and her glance
fell, for she felt utterly ashamed of herself for the design upon
him which she had been harboring. "Let us go in and join the
others," said she confusedly. And her color fled, returned in a
flood.
"No, I'm off," replied he, in his ordinary, sharp, bustling way.
"I'm not defeated. I've done well--very well, for a beginning."
And he gave her hand his usual firm, uncomfortable clasp, and
rushed away.
She walked up and down full fifteen minutes before she went toward
the house. At the veranda Lucia intercepted her. "Did he?" she
asked anxiously.
Margaret looked at her vaguely, then smiled. "No, he did not."
"He didn't?" exclaimed Lucia, at once disappointed and relieved.
"Not yet," said Margaret. She laughed, patted Lucia's full-blown
cheek. "Not quite yet." And she went on in to tea, humming to
herself gayly; she did not understand her own sudden exceeding
high spirits.
CHAPTER VIII
MR. CRAIG CONFIDES
Craig did not leave Margaret more precipitately than he had
intended; that would have been impossible, as he always strove to
make his departures seem as startling and mysterious as a
dematerialization.
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