To do so would be her only happiness, she thought, though it is strange that in her sorrow she should turn for comfort to this very event, the mere mention of which had moved her to scorn and bitterness.
But so it was, and so let it be.
Leonard saw the look upon her face; he had never seen anything quite like it before.

With astonishment he heard her gentle words, and something of the meaning of the look and words came home to him; at any rate he understood that she was suffering.

She was changed in his sight, he no longer felt bitter towards her.

He loved her; might it not be that she also loved him, and that here was the key to her strange conduct?
Once and for all he would settle the matter; he would tell her that Jane Beach had ceased to be more than a tender memory to him, and that she had become all.
"Juanna," he said, addressing her by her Christian name for the first time.
But there, as it was fated, the sentence began and ended, for at that moment a canoe shot alongside of them, and Francisco's voice was heard hailing them through the fog.
"Peter says that you have passed the camping place, senora.

He did not stop you because he thought that you knew it well." "It was the mist, Father," Juanna answered with a little laugh.