"I do believe him," she said. "I have never known him to lie to anybody."
The light over the porch at Runner's Rest glimmered through the trees. In a few moments they were at the door.
"I'll stable the horse," he said briefly.
She was in the library when he returned from the barn.
"The dawn is just breaking," she said. "It is wonderful out of doors. Do you hear the birds?"
"Do you want to go to bed, Steve?"
"No. Do you?"
"Wait for me, then."
She waited while he went to his room. The windows were open and the fresh, clean air of dawn carried the perfume of wet roses into the house.
The wooded eastern hills were very dark against the dawn; silvery mist marked the river's rushing course; thickets rang with bird songs.