It was no painter's business to endow Miss Bella with beauty, if she did not possess it.
As a piece of paint, the picture _had_ beauty--if she had only eyes to find it out.
Poor girl!--what husband now would venture on such a termagant wife ?--penniless too, and disgraced! He would like to help her, and her mother--for Morrison's sake.

Stirred by a fleeting impulse, he began to scheme how he might become their benefactor, as Morrison had been his.
Then, as he raised his eyes from the path--with a rush of delight he noticed the flood of afternoon sunlight pouring on the steep fell-side, the sharp black shadows thrown by wall and tree, the brilliance of the snow along the topmost ridge.

He raced along, casting the Morrisons out of his thoughts, forgetting everything but the joy of atmosphere and light--the pleasure of his physical strength.

Near one of the highest crags he came upon a shepherd-boy and his dog collecting some sheep.

The collie ran hither and thither with the marvellous shrewdness of his breed, circling, heading, driving; the stampede of the sheep, as they fled before him, could be heard along the fell.