She was hardly surprised; she had never understood why her sister had encouraged the young man's attentions in the first place. Oh, he was pretty enough, though tall, but Min preferred dash, daring, and drama. Shadow was quiet, mannerly, and respectful; so unlike any of Min's previous lovers as to stand in a class of his own. Perhaps it had been the novelty of a lover who failed of making unreasonable demands upon her time and person. Or perhaps she had felt sorry for him, sitting one among a half-dozen Scouts, all senior to him, and the object of a series of increasingly ribald pleasantries. Min did have moments of soft-heartedness, though they usually passed more quickly than the affair of pleasure with Shadow had done. Whatever her reasons for attaching him, and then keeping him on her string, the signs soon became clear to Ceola's experienced eye: Min had grown tired of Shadow as he was and wished either for him to become someone else and enact her a drama, or that he would take himself off.
