"We have lost ourselves in a mist." A few minutes and they were on the bank, and Leonard's declaration remained unspoken.

Nor did he make any attempt to renew it.

It seemed to him that Juanna had built a wall between them which he could not climb.
From that evening forward her whole attitude towards him changed.

She no longer angered him by bitter words; indeed, she was gentleness itself, and nothing could be kindlier or more friendly and open than her manner, but there it began and ended.

Once or twice, indeed, he attempted some small advance, with the result that instantly she seemed to freeze--to become cold and hard as marble.