The events of the past minute had shown them, in part, at least, how they stood toward each other, and for the moment they could not hide it.

Then Weston recovered the self-command that was rapidly deserting him.
"I don't think that matters," he said, apparently referring to the hat.

"I want to thank you, Miss Stirling.

It's quite clear that I owe a good deal to your quickness and nerve." There were signs that his formal tone had cost him an effort, but the fact that, slightly dazed as he was, he had forced himself to make it, and had called her Miss Stirling, was significant, and Ida fell in with the course he had adopted.

It was difficult for both of them, but she recognized that the matter must be passed over as lightly and as speedily as possible.
"You shouldn't have gone out on that log at all," she said.