"So you're here at last, Mr.Brainard." She held her hand out, smiling a smile that by some magic seemed to envelop him within an immediate friendship.
"I'm Miss Sherwood." He noted that the slender, tapering hand had almost a man's strength of grip.

"You needn't tell me anything about yourself," she added, "for I already know a lot--all I need to know: about you--and about Maggie Carlisle.

You see an hour ago a messenger brought me a long letter he'd written about you." And she nodded to the photograph Larry was still holding.
"You--you know him ?" Larry stammered.
She answered with a whimsical smile: "Yes.

Isn't he a grand, foolish old dear?
He's such a roistering, bragging personage that I've named him Benvenuto Cellini--though he's neither liar nor thief.

He must have told you what I called him." So that explained this password of "Benvenuto Cellini"! "No, he didn't explain anything.