The scent of the firs was wonderful." She led him on with a few judicious questions and suggestions, and for half an hour they talked of thundering rivers, still lakes and shadowy bush.

He remembered everything, and, without intending to do so, he made it clear that in every vivid memory she was the prominent figure.
It was here she had hooked a big trout, and there she had, under his directions, run a canoe down an easy rapid.

She had enjoyed all that the great cities had to offer, but as she listened to him she sighed for the silence of the pine-scented bush.
At last he rose with a deprecatory smile.
"I'm afraid I've rather abused your patience," he said; "and I have to call on Wannop about the mine." "You have told me nothing about it," said Ida.

"How is it getting on ?" A shadow crept into Weston's face.
"There isn't very much to tell, and it was a relief to get it out of my mind for an hour or so.

As a matter of fact, it's by no means getting on as we should like it." Then, after another word or two, he took up his hat and left her..