Rosalind’s affections were warm and womanly, but they were not of an enduring type. She was, besides, of a petulant, jealous disposition. She had at first accepted Dade’s attentions in the thought that this would bring Dick Starbright to her feet as a willing and devoted subject. Then she had suddenly found herself captivated by Dade’s good looks and winning smile, and wavered in her affection for Starbright, telling herself that, if Dick did not care to come back, Morgan would be as acceptable, perhaps more so.
“I suppose I’m a fool, Rose!”
He again moved toward her. Once more she put out a detaining hand.
“Yes, I think you are; but do not call me Rose, please!”
“Rosalind!”
“Nor that!”
He laid his hand on his heart in mock gallantry.
“Miss Thornton, any fellow is a fool who doesn’t fall in love with you!”
“Thanks!”
The laughing smile which he so admired and which he hoped to coax back to her eyes did not make its reappearance.