His voice was steady and deep with the ease and assurance that she liked in him.

She had marked to-day in his earnestness, more than at any other time, a slight, an almost indistinguishable trace of another tongue in his English.
"How am I to know whether it would be presuming ?" she asked.
"But I was going to say--" "When rudely interrupted!" She was trying to make it easy for him to say whatever he wished.
"-- that these troubles of mine are really personal.

I have committed no crime and am not fleeing from justice." She laughed and urged her horse into a gallop for a last stretch of road near the park limits.
"How uninteresting! We expect a Montana ranchman to have a spectacular past." "But not to carry it, I hope, to Washington.

On the range I might become a lawless bandit in the interest of picturesqueness; but here--" "Here in the world of frock-coated statesmen nothing really interesting is to be expected." She walked her horse again.

It occurred to her that he might wish an assurance of silence from her.