"But not yet." They went back to the turn in the road where the sound of the stream rose like fairy music from an unseen glen.

The snow lay pure and untrodden under the trees.
Scott paused again, and this time Isabel made no remonstrance.

They stood together listening to the rush of the torrent.
"How beautiful this place must be in springtime!" he said.
She gave a sharp shiver.

"It is like a dead world now." "A world that will very soon rise again," he answered.
She looked at him with vague eyes.

"You are always talking of the resurrection," she said.
"When I am with you, I am often thinking of it," he said with simplicity.
A haunted look came into her face.