His fancied security in the city was over.

He had fled to New York because there, in the mass of people, he could best sink his old identity and take on a new.
She leaned her head on her hand and her elbow on the table and looked deeply into his eyes.

"Let me take those securities," she said.

"I will be able to do safely what you cannot do." Graeme did not seem now to consider the fortune for which he had risked so much.

The woman before him was enough.
"Will you ?" he asked eagerly.
"I will do with them as I would for myself, better, because--because it is a trust," she accepted.
"More than a trust," he added, as he leaned over in turn and in spite of other diners in the restaurant took her hand.
There are times when the rest of the critical world and its frigid opinions are valueless.