Mr.Bellairs is coming home by it, and I have various affairs to settle with him." He looked at her as he said "Mr.Bellairs is coming," but there was no tell-tale change in her face; she had for the moment utterly forgotten Mr.Percy.
"If he had not been coming, you would have had to wait for him, I suppose ?" she asked.

"I wish he would stay away." "There are, unfortunately, such things as posts and telegraphs even further west than Cacouna.

I sent a telegram to meet him yesterday morning." "Ah, yes, I suppose where there's a will there's a way." She spoke pettishly, and he only answered by coming across and holding out his hand to say good-bye.

She rose and put out both hers, intending to say, as she often did when she had been cross, "Don't be angry, Maurice, I did not mean it," but the words would not come.

Her courage suddenly gave way, and she cried with all her heart.
At that moment Maurice felt that she was really his; he longed unspeakably to claim her once and for ever; but his old generous self-repression was too strong for the temptation, and he shrunk from taking advantage of her grief and her sisterly affection.