But in the glow of joy which her presence had brought him he was still capable of all sorts of delicate perceptions and reasonings.

His quick imagination carried him through the scene from which she had just momentarily escaped.

He had understood the exaltation of her look and tone.

If love spoke at all, ringed with such surroundings, it must be with its most inward and spiritual voice, as those speak who feel 'the Eternities' about them.
But the darkness hid her from him so well that he had to feel out the situation for himself.

He could not trace it in her face.
'We must go right up to the top of the pass,' she said to him as he held a gate open for her which led them into a piece of larch plantation on the mountain-side.