Lewis Rand set no great store upon obedience for obedience' sake, but he divined that Miss Churchill rarely vexed those she loved.

He had an iron will, and he set his lips, and resolved that this was not the time to speak of that ocean on whose shore he stood.

He meant that the time should come.

The probability of a rejection he looked full in the face, and found that he did not believe in it, though when he looked as fully at his assurance, that, too, became incredibly without foundation.

Jacqueline's spirit might dwell in the mountains, and never dream of the sea; she gave him no sign, and he could not tell.