She just had to raise her eyes and look into his earnest ones. (See page 307.)
"Oh, Nelson!"
"Now the secretary of the college faculty writes me the nicest kind of a letter. I've made good with them, Janice."
"I—I'm so glad!" she murmured, eyes still down, and trying ever so faintly to wriggle her hand out of his.
Suddenly Nelson Haley caught her other hand, too. He held them firmly and—for some reason—she just had to raise her eyes and look straight into his earnest ones.
"I've made good with them, Janice!" he cried—he almost shouted it. "But that's nothing—just nothing! The big thing with me now—the reward I want—is to hear you say that I've won out with you. Is it so, Janice—have I won out with you?"
The long lashes screened the hazel eyes again. She looked on the one hand and on the other. There really seemed no escape, this greatly metamorphosed Nelson Haley was so insistent.
So she raised her lashes again and looked straight into his eyes. What she whispered the echo might have heard; and she nodded her head quickly, several times.