'You have yet no news for me ?' 'None.' The blue eyes drooped sadly.
'To-morrow, perhaps,' she murmured.

Then, with an effort to seem cheerful, as if ashamed of her troubled thought, 'I had listened so long to a sound of falling water that I could not resist the desire to see it.

How beautiful it is!' Marcian felt surprise; he himself saw the cataract as an object of beauty, but had seldom heard it so spoken of, and could least of all have expected such words on the lips of a woman, dread seeming to him the more natural impression.
'That on the other side,' he said, pointing across the island, 'is more beautiful still.

And there is shade, whilst here the sun grows too hot.
But you must not walk so far.

My horse has a very even pace.