"At least I can talk to her about her aunt," she returned.
Then her gaze grew more intense, and she almost flattened her nose against the pane.

"I declare I wonder what that woman is doing out there on that fire-escape," she observed.
After he had got into his overcoat Trent came back to give her a parting kiss.

"Find out by luncheon time," he returned gaily.
When presently he entered the elevator he found it already occupied by a young lady whom he recognised from his mother's description as Christina Coles.

She was very pretty, but, even more than by her prettiness, he was struck by her peculiar steadfastness of look, as of one devoted to a single absorbing purpose.

He noticed, too, that the little tan coat she wore was rather shabby, and that there was a small round hole in one of the fingers of her glove.