But at a word of the pine forest, and saying she intended to climb the hills early with the light in the morning, a pointed eagerness flushed Carinthia, the cold engraving became a picture of colour.
She was out with the earliest light.

Yesterday's parting between Chillon and Henrietta had taught her to know some little about love; and if her voice had been heeded by Chillon's beloved, it would not have been a parting.

Her only success was to bring a flood of tears from Henrietta.
The tears at least assured her that her brother's beautiful girl had no love for the other one,--the young nobleman of the great wealth, who was to be at the Ball, and had 'gone flying,' Admiral Fakenham shrugged to say; for Lord Fleetwood was nowhere seen.
The much talk of him on the promenade overnight fetched his name to her thoughts; he scarcely touched a mind that her father filled when she was once again breathing early morning air among the stems of climbing pines, broken alleys of the low-sweeping spruce branches and the bare straight shafts carrying their heads high in the march upward.

Her old father was arch-priest of such forest land, always recoverable to her there.

The suggestion of mountains was enough to make her mind play, and her old father and she were aware of one another without conversing in speech.