The moon will soon be rising, and then you will see it better." Malcolm followed her meekly.

When he stumbled over a concealed root, Elizabeth quietly put her hand on his arm to guide him.

The firm, soft touch, the spontaneous kindness of the action, and her utter unconsciousness, gave him a positive thrill of pleasure.
"When one's heart is full of gratitude to a person," went on Elizabeth in the same grave, low tone, "it is so difficult to find words.

Mr.
Herrick, I know all you did for our dear boy--I know everything." Malcolm started.

"Cedric told me; but of course we kept it from my sister." "My dear Miss Templeton," began Malcolm in an embarrassed voice, for he was not prepared for this.