A wonderful white world.
It was a long time before Bernardine even wished to speak.

This beautiful whiteness may become monotonous after a time, but there is something very awe-inspiring about it, something which catches the soul and holds it.
The Disagreeable Man sat quietly by her side.

Once or twice he bent forward to protect the camera when the sledge gave a lurch.
After some time they met a procession of sledges laden with timber; and August, the driver, and Robert Allitsen exchanged some fun and merriment with the drivers in their quaint blue smocks.

The noise of the conversation, and the excitement of getting past the sledges, brought Bernardine back to speech again.
"I have never before enjoyed anything so much," she said.
"So you have found your tongue," he said.

"Do you mind talking a little now?
I feel rather lonely." This was said in such a pathetic, aggrieved tone, that Bernardine laughed and looked at her companion.