"Who do you mean?"
"That greenhorn gal."
"Yes, she knew," he answered grimly, and buttoned his coat.
He put out his hand and she took it, rather awed.
"Some time I may come back and thank you for what you've wanted to do."
"Oh, you'll come back?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Yes,"—eagerly.
"Then it is impossible for me to stay away for long!"
She stood watching, as, touching his hat, he rode into the night. She let the curtain drop and returned to the fire, standing there a moment. Then she sat down, rather weakly, and stretched her slim legs across the hearth.