He seemed indifferent to the public opinion of his little world.
"I am needed out there," he said, pointing again toward the dark line of the forest, "and I shall go.

Whether I tell the truth or not will soon be known; they will have to wait only a little.

But you believe me now, don't you ?" She looked deep into his calm eyes, and she read there only truth.

But she knew even before she looked that Henry Ware was not one who would ever be guilty of falsehood or treachery.
"Oh yes I know it," she replied, "but I wish others to know it as well." "They will," he said, and then taking her hand in his for one brief moment he was gone.

His disappearance was so sudden and soundless that he seemed to her to melt away from her sight like a mist before the wind.