The picture of Anderson drawn for her by the admiring but always critical affection of his friend, touched and stirred her.

His influence at college, the efforts by which he had placed his brothers in the world, the sensitive and generous temperament which had won him friends among the French Canadian students, he remaining all the time English of the English; the tendency to melancholy--a personal and private melancholy--which mingled in him with a passionate enthusiasm for Canada, and Canada's future; Mariette drew these things for her, in a stately yet pungent French that affected her strangely, as though the French of Saint Simon--or something like it--breathed again from a Canadian mouth.

Anderson meanwhile was standing outside with the Chief Justice.

She threw a glance at him now and then, wondering about his love affair.

Had he really got over it ?--or was that M.Mariette's delusion?
She liked, on the contrary, to think of him as constant and broken-hearted! * * * * * The car stopped, as it seemed, on the green prairie, thirty miles from Winnipeg.