And in the end she succeeded; he repented, and let her manage him as she would.

And whether it was the influence of this hidden action and reaction between their minds, or of the perfumed June day breathing on them from the pines, or of the giant splendour of Mount Burgess, rising sheer in front of them out of the dark avenue of the forest, cannot be told; but, at least, they became more intimate than they had yet been, more deeply interesting each to the other.

In his thoughts and ideals she found increasing fascination; her curiosity, her friendly and womanly curiosity, grew with satisfaction.

His view of life was often harsh or melancholy; but there was never a false nor a mean note.
Yet before the walk was done he had startled her.

As they turned back towards Field, and were in the shadows of the pines, he said, with abrupt decision: "Will you forgive me if I say something ?" She looked up surprised.
"Don't let your brother drink so much champagne!" The colour rushed into Elizabeth's face.