She had left both his secretaries, young men with whom as yet she had exchanged only a few words, hard at work opening letters and answering telegrams.

She alone was free from all anxiety, for she had had a few words with her uncle before she came out, and at her entrance the languor of the sick man disappeared at once, and he had spoken to her with something of the enjoyment of a boy enjoying a huge joke.
She paused every now and then to look in the shop windows, and make a few purchases.

Then, just as she was leaving a store, and hesitating for a moment which way to continue her walk, a man stopped suddenly before her and raised his hat.

It was Stephen Weiss, gaunt, ill-dressed, easily recognizable.

He was evidently glad to see her.
"This is real good fortune, Miss Longworth," he said, holding her hand in his, as though afraid that she might slip away.