And, as always, she smiled cheerfully, confidently. He had never heard her whine, had never seen her falter save from sheer physical weariness.
"We'll win through, Yellow-hair," he said, looking steadily into her clear brown-gold eyes.
"Of course. You are so wonderful, Kay."
"That is the most wonderful thing in the world, Evelyn—to hear you tell me such a thing!"
"Don't you know I think so?"
"I can't believe it—after what you know of me—"
"Kay!"
"I'm sorry—but a scar is a scar—"
"There is no scar! Do you hear me! No scar, no stain! Don't you suppose a woman can judge? And I have my own opinion of you, Kay—and it is a perfectly good opinion and suits me."
She smiled, closed her eyes as though closing the discussion, opened them and smiled again at him.