In fact, I felt it myself.

The smell of the pines is a good deal pleasanter." There was nothing original in the observation, and, though the roar of wheels made it a trifle difficult to hear, he was careful as to how he modulated his voice.

Perhaps he was superfluously careful, for he saw a smile creep into Ida's eyes.
"You seem amused," he said, and, for they stood in the moonlight, the blood showed in his face.
"Why did you speak--like that ?" his companion asked.
Weston looked at her gravely, and then made a little deprecatory gesture.
"It was very stupid, I dare say.

Still, you see, you were out on the platform when the train came into the station." There was something that puzzled him in Ida's expression.
"Well," she admitted, "I really had my fancies for a moment or two, though I blamed myself afterward.

I should have known better." It was rather a big admission, but she said nothing else, and it was Weston who broke the silence.
"I have to thank you for the prospecting outfit," he said.
The girl flashed a quick glance at him.
"It was partly Major Kinnaird's idea.