"I understand what you mean," he declared as his eyes traveled from the
father to the daughter, "and I'm glad you let me see him."
Moving unobtrusively about, engaged in many small matters of
consideration, Brent recognized Bud Sellers and Jerry O'Keefe. He
himself remained until the burial had taken place, and was one of those
who lowered the coffin into the grave. But when those rites had been
concluded and another day had come Brent sought for Alexander to make
his adieus.
She was nowhere about the house and he went in search of her. He could
not bear to remain longer where he must endure the pain of her stricken
face. Of all the women he had ever known she stood forth as the most
unique--and in some ways the most impressive. She was undoubtedly the
most beautiful. He realized now that, though they were of different
and irreconcilable planes of life, there had never been a moment since
he had first seen her when he would not, save for his dragging on the
steady curb of reason, have fallen into a headlong infatuation. Now he
wished only to prove himself a serviceable friend.
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