She had sat down on an inclined slab and her figure and face, in profile, cut against the sky.

A yard or two beneath her, the sloping rock vanished at the top of a steep pitch and one saw nothing but the crags across the narrow dale.

Yet Lister thought the girl was not disturbed.
"I expect I was clumsy,'' he apologized.
"Well," she said, "it looks like that!" He gave her a quick glance and pondered.

Although he had gone to Carrock since she came home, she had been strangely cold and, so to speak, aloof.

He had imagined their meeting might embarrass her, but she was not embarrassed.