She had appreciated his character in what might be hereafter, apparently, its public aspects; the character of one for whom the world surrounding him was eagerly prophesying a future and a career.

His profound loyalty to Canada, and to certain unspoken ideals behind, which were really the source of the loyalty; the atmosphere at once democratic and imperial in which his thoughts and desires moved, which had more than once communicated its passion to her; a touch of poetry, of melancholy, of greatness even--all this she had gradually perceived.

Winnipeg and the prairie journey had developed him thus before her.
So much for the second stage in her knowledge of him.

There was a third; she was in the midst of it.

Her face flooded with colour against her will.