A quiet happiness, as of old recollections, came into her eyes, as she watched the sparkling and foaming water-- "And beauty, born of murmuring sound, Did pass into her face." Campbell started.

The Lucia of seven years ago seemed to bloom out again in that pale face and wrinkled forehead; and a smile came over his face, too, as he looked.
"Just like the dear old waterfall at Kilanbaggan.

You recollect it, Major Campbell ?" Elsley always disliked recollections of Kilanbaggan; recollections of her life before he knew her; recollections of pleasures in which he had not shared: especially recollections of her old acquaintance with the Major.
"I do not, I am ashamed to say," replied the Major.
"Why, you were there a whole summer.

Ah! I suppose you thought about nothing but your salmon fishing.

If Elsley had been there he would not have forgotten a rock or a pool.