Before I started for Toronto she said that she might see me there some day, for she was going to San Francisco to inspect the property her uncle had left her, and in all probability would make a sojourn in Canada.

I gave her my address, and she then said she understood that Mr.Roscoe intended taking a missionary parish in the wilds.

In his occasional letters to me while we all were in England Roscoe seldom spoke of her, but, when he did, showed that he knew of her movements.

This did not strike me at the time as anything more than natural.

It did later.
Within a couple of weeks I reached Viking, a lumbering town with great saw-mills, by way of San Francisco and Vancouver.