He stood there, his hat off, holding her hand for a long moment, and gazing at her with evident admiration.

They turned and sat down in the shadow of the reed-curtained corner.
The man at the shop window turned, too, and went away.
Mr.Eltwood had been a warm friend and cordial supporter from the epoch of the Club-splitting speech.

He had helped materially in the slow, up-hill days of the girl's effort, with faith and kind words.

He had met the mother's coming with most friendly advances, and Mrs.Bell found herself much at home in his liberal little church.
Diantha had grown to like and trust him much.
"What's this about the new house, Miss Bell?
Your mother says I may know." "Why not ?" she said.

"You have followed this thing from the first.