He sat still for a moment or two, and it seemed to Ida, who watched him quietly, that he had worn much the same look when he stood beside the helpless Grenfell, gripping the big ax.

This was really the fact, though he now entered upon a sterner struggle than he had been ready to engage in then.

Once more he was endeavoring to do what it seemed to him right.
"Miss Kinnaird would have been better employed if she had painted the big snow peak with the lake at its feet," he said at length.
Ida abandoned the attempt to move him.

She had yielded to a momentary impulse, but she was too proud to persist.
"Well," she said, "that peak certainly was rather wonderful.

You remember it ?" "Yes," said Weston with injudicious emphasis; "I remember everything about that camp.