He could see through a leafy screen the people in the main road wending their way to meeting.

He had suddenly resolved not to go, lest he see Lucina Merritt again.
Presently there was out in the main road a graceful swing of light skirts and a gliding of shoulders and head which made his heart leap.
Lucina was going to meeting with her mother.

The moment she stirred the distance with dim advances of motion, Jerome knew her.

It seemed to him that he would have known her shadow among a nightful, her step among a thousand.

It was as if he had developed ultimate senses for her recognition.
Jerome, when he had once glimpsed her, looked away until he was sure that she had passed.