CHAPTER XV

As Vernon looked at the flushed girl, whose voice as she spoke had at least as much consternation in it as triumph, he experienced a sudden dislocation of mind. Something fell from him--the elderliness, the preoccupation, the stiff dogma of his recent years. He recaptured the spirit which had open arms for novelty. He felt an eagerness to be up and doing--what, he was not clear--but something difficult and high-handed. The vanishing of his dream had left the chambers of his mind swept and garnished, and youth does …