And you've proved to me I can trust a great deal more to your judgment.

Yes, I guess that's the chief reason I've come out here to tell you this: you've proved to me I've got to respect your judgment.
And so whatever you may do--about Maggie or anything else--will be all right with me." She did not wait for a response, but stood up.

Her voice which had been shot through with emotion these last few minutes was now that flat, mechanical monotone to which the habitants of her little street were accustomed.
"I must be getting back to the city.

Good-night." He started to accompany her to her car, but she forbade him, saying that it would not help matters to have him seen and possibly recognized by the taxicab driver; and so she went out of the grounds alone.

Within another hour and a half she was set down unobserved in a dim side street in Brooklyn.