As for Captain Jim, he was a happy man that summer.
He looked upon the little room where Owen worked as a sacred shrine.
Owen talked everything over with Captain Jim, but he would not let him see the manuscript.
"You must wait until it is published," he said.

"Then you'll get it all at once in its best shape." He delved into the treasures of the life-book and used them freely.

He dreamed and brooded over lost Margaret until she became a vivid reality to him and lived in his pages.

As the book progressed it took possession of him and he worked at it with feverish eagerness.

He let Anne and Leslie read the manuscript and criticise it; and the concluding chapter of the book, which the critics, later on, were pleased to call idyllic, was modelled upon a suggestion of Leslie's.
Anne fairly hugged herself with delight over the success of her idea.
"I knew when I looked at Owen Ford that he was the very man for it," she told Gilbert.