There was little else to tell and afterwards there was a silence.

But presently the boy's hand fell upon his arm almost caressingly and he leaned over through the darkness.
"Women are such idiots," the boy declared, with all the vigour and certainty of long experience.

"If only Aunt Ernestine had known you half as well as I do, she would have been quite content to have trusted you and to have believed that what you did was for the best.

But I say, Trent, you ought to have waited for it.

After she had seen her father and talked with him she must have understood you better.