Elizabeth gave Anderson a sudden look, and casually, without his noticing, she possessed herself of the name of Mariette's hotel.
At breakfast also she described, with a smile and sigh, her brother's first and last attempt to shoot wild goat in the Rockies, an expedition which had ended in a wetting and a chill--"luckily nothing much; but poor Philip won't be out of his room to-day." "I will go and see him," said Anderson, rising.
Elizabeth looked up, her colour fluttering.
"Mr.Anderson, Philip is only a boy, and sometimes a foolish boy--" "I understand," said Anderson quietly, after a moment.

"Philip thinks his sister has been running risks.

Who warned him ?" Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders without replying.

He saw a touch of scorn in her face that was new to him.
"I think I guess," he said.

"Why not?
It was the natural thing.