"You have been getting on so well that really it would seem cruel to have anything interfere with our life of forgetting and being forgotten.

But," she added with apprehensive quickness, "has anything happened?
Is there really any news from--from, the trails?
Yesterday Mr.Falkner said the snow had recommenced in the pass.

Has he seen anything, noticed anything different ?" She looked so very pretty, with the rare, genuine, and youthful excitement that transfigured her wearied and wearying regularity of feature, that Lee contented himself with drinking in her prettiness as he would have inhaled the perfume of some flower.
"Why do you look at me so, Mr.Lee ?" she asked, with a slight smile.
"I believe something HAS happened.

Mr.Falkner HAS brought you some intelligence." "He has certainly found out something I did not foresee." "And that troubles you ?" "It does." "Is it a secret ?" "No." "Then I suppose you will tell it to me at dinner," she said, with a little tone of relief.
"I am afraid, if I tell it at all, I must tell it now," he said, glancing at the door.
"You must do as you think best," she said coldly, "as it seems to be a secret, after all." She hesitated.

"Kate is dressing, and will not be down for some time." "So much the better.