Many a night, with drooping eyes and flagging energies, he had sat up and worked with renewed strength because she sat on the other side of the hot lamp.
It is true that communication between them had been but rare.

Mrs.Yorke had objected to any correspondence, and he now began to see, though dimly, that her objection was natural.

But from time to time, on anniversaries, he had sent her a book, generally a book of poems with marked passages in it, and had received in reply a friendly note from the young lady, over which he had pondered, and which he had always treasured and filed away with tender care.
Keith took the stage that night for Eden on his way to New York.

As they drove through the pass in the moonlight he felt as if he were soaring into a new life.

He was already crossing the mountains beyond which lay the Italy of his dreams.
He stopped on his way to see his father.