Harold Bell Wright,
The Eyes of the World
“ With a chuckle to himself, Conrad Lagrange crept quietly along the hedge to the door of her retreat.When she saw him there, she gave a little cry and started as though to escape. But the novelist, smiling barred her way; while Czar, joyfully greeting his master, turned from the man to the girl and back to the man again, as if, by dividing his attention equally between the two, he was bent upon assuring each that the other was a friend of the right sort. ”
