But if she smiled at all it was with her eyes. ’ ‘Yes,’ she agreed, but her manner was a degree less warm. Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. Moreover, a vigorous fire of mutual criticism was going on now between the Imperial College and the Cambridge Mendelians and echoed in the lectures. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. This was good. If he dies she is safe.
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