Indeed, the girl had from the beginning recognized the virility in it that was tinged with asceticism and sprang from a simple strenuous life of toil in the wind and sun.
Just then there was a rustle of fabric, and she laid down the photograph a moment too late, as her aunt came in.

As it happened, the elder lady's eyes rested on the picture, and a faint flush of annoyance crept into the face of the girl.

It was scarcely perceptible, but Miss Barrington saw it, and though she felt tempted, did not smile.
"I did not know you were down," she said.

"Lance is still asleep.

He seemed very tired." "Yes," said the girl.