The energy of the mountain sunshine and the mountain air seemed to throb and quiver through the persons talking--through Anderson's face, and his eyes fixed upon Elizabeth--through the sunlit water--the sparkling grasses--the shimmering spectacle of mountain and summer cloud that begirt them.
"Dear Mr.Arthur, of course we shall meet again in Rome!" said Elizabeth, rosy, and not knowing in truth what to say.

"This place has turned my head a little!"-- she looked round her, raising her hand to the spectacle as though in pretty appeal to him to share her own exhilaration--"but it will be all over so soon--and you _know_ I don't forget old friends--or old pleasures." Her voice wavered a little.

He looked at her, with parted lips, and a rather hostile, heated expression; then drew back, alarmed at his own temerity.
"Of course I know it! You must forgive a bookworm his grumble.

Shall I help you over the stream ?" But she stepped across the tiny streamlet without giving him her hand.
As they later rejoined the party, Morton, the Chief Justice, and Mariette returned from a saunter in the course of which they too had been chatting to the engine-drivers.
"I know the part of the country those men want," the American was saying.

"I was all over Alberta last fall--part of it in a motor car.