He is aware I have found them and is hourly expecting to receive them from me.

And now," she said, "I want your help." His only answer was to grasp tighter the hand she had laid in his.
She knew that she would not have to explain the nature of the service she wanted.

He understood.
"Where are the letters ?" he demanded.
"In the left-hand drawer of your father's desk," she answered.
He was silent for a few moments, and then he said simply: "I will get them." The cab by this time had got as far as Claremont, and from the hill summit they had a splendid view of the broad sweep of the majestic Hudson and the towering walls of the blue palisades.

The day was so beautiful and the air so invigorating that Jefferson suggested a ramble along the banks of the river.

They could leave the cab at Claremont and drive back to the city later.