"I believe in you utterly." "Thank you.

Good-bye." He watched her climb the bank and emerge upon the bridge.

He still stood there, bare-headed, when she turned and smiled back at him, waving her hand.

Then the slender figure vanished, and he was left alone.

A moment later, Westcott was striding up the trail, intent upon a plan to entrap Lacy.
They would have felt less confident in the future could they have overheard a conversation being carried on in a room of the Timmons House.
It was Miss La Rue's apartments, possessing two windows, but furnished in a style so primitive as to cause that fastidious young lady to burst into laughter when she first entered and gazed about.