The air here is too thin for me, and the sky's too clean; and--oh, Lord!--when you're wed to the roar of the traffic--the 'busses and the cabs and what not--the silence in these parts is downright awful.

I'll wish you good evening, miss; and get back to London." Isabel turned to Moody with disappointment plainly expressed in her face and manner.
"Is that all he has to say ?" she asked.

"You told me he could help us.
You led me to suppose he could find the guilty person." Sharon heard her.

"I could name the guilty person," he answered, "as easily, miss, as I could name you." "Why don't you do it then ?" Isabel inquired, not very patiently "Because the time's not ripe for it yet, miss--that's one reason.
Because, if I mentioned the thief's name, as things are now, you, Miss Isabel, would think me mad; and you would tell Mr.Moody I had cheated him out of his money--that's another reason.

The matter's in train, if you will only wait a little longer." "So you say," Isabel rejoined.