It was curious that after a fortnight of his society she knew him so well; but she did know he was trustworthy and there was nothing more to be said.
Since a letter might not reach him for some time, she had better write at once, and she got some paper and began.

It was easy to write to Thirlwell, and she told him about the lame man who had broken into the house, before she came to Stormont's offer.

Indeed, when she stopped she was surprised to see how much she had said.

After fastening the envelope she got up and went to the window, where she drew the thick curtain behind her and looked out.
The moon was higher up the sky and the roofs glittered in the silver light.

Half the street lay in shadow, a belt of grayish blue, but the rest sparkled where the sleigh-shoes had run.