No one disturbed her and she wrote steadily on until noon, Mrs.Ryder only once putting her head in the door to wish her good morning.
After luncheon, Shirley decided that the weather was too glorious to remain indoors.

Her health must not be jeopardized even to advance the interests of the Colossus, so she put on her hat and left the house to go for a walk.

The air smelled sweet to her after being confined so long indoor, and she walked with a more elastic and buoyant step than she had since her return home.
Turning down Fifth Avenue, she entered the park at Seventy-second Street, following the pathway until she came to the bend in the driveway opposite the Casino.

The park was almost deserted at that hour, and there was a delightful sense of solitude and a sweet scent of new-mown hay from the freshly cut lawns.

She found an empty bench, well shaded by an overspreading tree, and she sat down, grateful for the rest and quiet.
She wondered what Jefferson thought of her action in coming to his father's house practically in disguise and under an assumed name.
She must see him at once, for in him lay her hope of obtaining possession of the letters.