"When the others doubted you I clung to my belief in you."
"You have been wonderful!" said John.
"You are changed, Bernard."
"That's impossible," answered John, "where you are concerned." He again experienced the sensation—a common one with him these days—that he walked upon the edge of a precipice.
"I have shown my confidence in you."
"You mean," proceeded John, "you have spoken up for me to the great personage who wrote the letter."
"Yes. Are you grateful?" inquired she, looking at him quizzically. She had disposed herself upon the divan in a graceful, languid poise.
"I am more than grateful," said John. "But, tell me, who is this great personage?"
The lady's laughter sounded musically in the little pink lighted room.
"Oh, my dear Bernard," she protested; "that comes much later."