When Lewis after lunch begged to be allowed to show her his dwelling she did not blush and simper, she showed no pretty reluctance, no graceful displeasure.

She thanked him, but coldly, and the two climbed the ridge above the lake, whence the whole glen may be seen winding beneath.

It was still, hot July weather, and the far hills seemed to blink and shimmer in the haze; but at their feet was always coolness in the blue depth of the loch, the heath-fringed shores, the dark pines, and the cold whinstone crags.
"You don't relish the prospect of the next month ?" she asked.
He shrugged his shoulders.

"After all, it is only a month, and it will all be over before the shooting begins." "I cannot understand you," she cried suddenly and impatiently.

"People call you ambitious, and yet you have to be driven by force to the simplest move in the game, and all the while you are thinking and talking as if a day's sport were of far greater importance." "And it really vexes you--Alice ?" he said, with penitent eyes.
She drew swiftly away and turned her face, so that the man might not see the vexation and joy struggling for mastery.
"Of course it is none of my business, but surely it is a pity." And the little doctrinaire walked with head erect to the edge of the slope and studied intently the distant hills.
The man was half amused, half pained, but his evil star was in the ascendant.