"You're the truest friend any woman ever had." He reined in also.

They stood in the deep shadow of some trees close to the gate that led into the Mill House garden.

The roar of the water was all about them.

They seemed to be isolated from all the world.

And so Hugh Chesyl, being moved beyond his wont, lifted the hand that lay so confidingly in his, and kissed it with all reverence.
"I want you to be happy," he said.
A moment later they parted without further words on either side, he to retrace his steps across the bridge, she to turn wearily in at the iron gate under the dripping trees that led to the Mill House porch.
She heard a man's step in front of her as she went, and at the porch she found her husband.
"Oh, Jeff!" she said, slightly startled.