She was glad it was no less; had it been vastly greater, she would only have thought, "This will aid him the more." The little place was very clean, very sweet, ordered, quiet, and lovable.
She was a trained housewife as well as the princess of his story, and she made the man she loved believe in Paradise.

Each afternoon when he left the jargon and wrangling of the courtroom his mind turned at once to his home and its genius.

All the way through the town, beckoning him past the Eagle and past every other house or office which had for him an open door, he saw Jacqueline waiting beneath the mimosa at the gate, clad in white, her dark hair piled high, about her throat a string of coral or of amber.

Out on the road, beneath the forest trees, in the radiance of the evening, he rode with his head high and a smile within his eyes.

All the scheming, all the labour and strife of the day, fell from him like rusty armour, and his spirit bathed itself in the thought of that meeting.