"If you think so, Helen, I am glad," he answered, and turned away.
So she watched him go. Sitting there at home, she watched him ride up the winding road. Now he was in full view on some rocky shoulder of the mountain—now some turn carried him behind a rocky point—again she glimpsed him through the trees—again he was lost to her in the shadows. At last, for a moment, he stood out boldly against the wide-arched sky—and then he had passed from sight—over the sky line, as he had said.
