Elvine rose from her chair and moved toward the window. Jeff, too, left his chair. He stood tall and straight—waiting.
Her back was turned to him.
"It is not for me to say," she replied without turning.
"Why not?"
"Your work—in the world."
"Can wait. There's always—Bud Tristram."
Suddenly Elvine turned about. Her eyes were smiling, and full of a light which had not lived in them for several years. There was not a shadow of calculation in them now.
She held out her hand in token of dismissal.
"We had some fine rides—together," she said.
"My horses are still here."