Deep in Elizabeth's being there stirred instincts and yearnings which life had so far stifled in her.

She shivered as though some voice, passionate and yet austere, spoke to her from this great spectacle of mountain and water through which she was passing.
* * * * * "There he is!" cried Philip, craning his head to look ahead along the train.
Anderson stood waiting for them on the Field platform.

Very soon he was seated beside her, outside the car, while Philip lounged in the doorway, and Delaine inside, having done his duty to the Kicking Horse Pass, was devoting himself to a belated number of the "Athenaeum" which had just reached him.
Philip had stored up a string of questions as to the hunting of goat in the Rockies, and impatiently produced them.

Anderson replied, but, as Elizabeth immediately perceived, with a complete lack of his usual animation.

He spoke with effort, occasionally stumbling over his words.
She could not help looking at him curiously, and presently even Philip noticed something wrong.
"I say, Anderson!--what have you been doing to yourself?
You look as though you had been knocking up." "I have been a bit driven this week," said Anderson, with a start.