Why, old Fifth Avenue, if you needed to make another hit with me you've done it!" His warmth amazed and pleased Carley.

She could not quite understand why it would have made any difference to him whether she had stood the ordeal or not.

But then every day she seemed to drift a little farther from a real understanding of her lover.

His praise gladdened her, and fortified her to face the rest of this ride back to Oak Creek.
Four hours later, in a twilight so shadowy that no one saw her distress, Carley half slipped and half fell from her horse and managed somehow to mount the steps and enter the bright living room.

A cheerful red fire blazed on the hearth; Glenn's hound, Moze, trembled eagerly at sight of her and looked up with humble dark eyes; the white-clothed dinner table steamed with savory dishes.