I'll see you again in an hour or two, when I shall have some things ready to turn over to you." Back in his bedroom Larry walked exultantly to and fro.

He had security! And at last he had a chance--perhaps the chance he had been yearning for through which he was ultimately to prove himself a success!...
He wondered yet more about Miss Sherwood.

And again about her and Hunt.
Miss Sherwood was clever, gracious, everything a man could want in a woman; and he guessed that behind her humorous references to Hunt there was a deep feeling for the big painter who was living almost like a tramp in the attic of the Duchess's little house.

And Larry knew Miss Sherwood was the only woman in Hunt's life; Hunt had said as much.

They were everything to each other; they trusted each other.