She would probably have done none of these things if there had been any real chance for him.
But in the walk after tea, Anderson and Lady Merton drifted together.
There had been so far a curious effort on both their parts to avoid each other's company.

But now the Chief Justice and Delaine had foregathered; Philip was lounging and smoking on the balcony of the hotel with a visitor there, an old Etonian fishing and climbing in the Rockies for health, whom they had chanced upon at tea.

Mariette, after one glance at the company, especially at Elizabeth and Anderson, had turned aside into the woods by himself.
They crossed the river and strolled up the road to Emerald Lake.

Over the superb valley to their left hung the great snowy mass, glistening and sunlit, of Mount Stephen; far to the West the jagged peaks of the Van Home range shot up into the golden air; on the flat beside the river vivid patches of some crimson flower, new to Elizabeth's eyes, caught the sloping light; and the voice of a swollen river pursued them.
They began to talk, this time of England.

Anderson asked many questions as to English politics and personalities.