They had never talked together and so her mentality was an unexplored field to him.

She did not chatter.

She said fresh picturesque things about life on the moor, about the faithful silent Macaurs, about Dowie, and now and then about something she had read.

She showed him beauties and small curious things she plainly loved.

It struck him that the whole trend of her being lay in the direction of being fond of people and things--of loving and being happy,--and even merry if life had been kind to her.