Deep within his heart lay a respect for her choice, and he would have held it almost a crime to invade the privacy that her continued silence had created.

So he resolutely locked the secret within his own soul, becoming more quiet in manner, more reserved in speech, with every long month of waiting, constantly striving to forget the past amid a multitude of business and professional cares.
It was at the close of a winter's day in Chicago.

Snow clouds were scurrying in from over the dun-colored waters of the lake, bringing with them an early twilight.

Already myriads of lights were twinkling in the high office buildings, and showing brilliant above the smooth asphalt of Michigan Avenue.

The endless stream of vehicles homeward bound began to thicken, the broad highway became a scene of continuous motion and display.