"No, I am not as ready to quarrel as I once was."
Her face had the eager expression of interest and vitality that he remembered. She seemed to have something more that she wanted to say, but she simply held out her hand, with a warm "good-by," and stepped into the carriage.
When he returned to the temple, Alves was busy getting their dinner. She paused, and glancing at Sommers remarked, "How beautiful she is!"
"She is a good woman. She ought to marry," he responded.
"Why?"
"Because she is so sound and fine at bottom."
"You were glad to see her again."
"Did I show it unduly?"
"I knew you were, and she knows it."
When he looked at her a few moments later, her eyes were moist.