It certainly appeared to loosen his tongue.

But Carley knew she was farther from normal than ever before in her life, and that the subtle, inscrutable woman's intuition of her presaged another shock.

Just as she had seemed to change, so had the aspects of the canyon undergone some illusive transformation.

The beauty of green foliage and amber stream and brown tree trunks and gray rocks and red walls was there; and the summer drowsiness and languor lay as deep; and the loneliness and solitude brooded with its same eternal significance.

But some nameless enchantment, perhaps of hope, seemed no longer to encompass her.