She loved him the more for it; and now he had only to abound in the same sense, in order to hold and keep the nature which had answered so finely to his own.

He had so borne himself as to wipe out all the social and external inequalities between them.

What she had given him, she had had to sue him to take.

But now that he had taken it, she knew herself a weak woman on his breast, and she realised with a happy tremor that he would make her no more apologies for his love, or for his story.

Rather, he stood upon that dignity she herself had given him--her lover, and the captain of her life! EPILOGUE About nine months later than the events told in the last chapter, the August sun, as it descended upon a lake in that middle region of the northern Rockies which is known as yet only to the Indian trapper, and--on certain tracks--to a handful of white explorers, shone on a boat containing two persons--Anderson and Elizabeth.