Carter walked away with a flurried, nervousness around his heart and a joyous lightness in his feet. Of the first man he met he begged, “Sir, the girl, the beautiful girl in the rain-coat, do you know her?”
When the man told him, Carter nodded and left him without speaking. For she was quite the richest girl in America, everyone knew that. But the next day that fault seemed to distress her so little that Carter, also, refused to allow it to rest on his conscience, and they were very happy. And each saw that they were happy because they were together. Perhaps, we should be ghost hunting instead of reading old novels.