To-day, however, he let himself be catechised patiently enough, while all the time conscious, from head to foot, of one person only--one near and yet distant person.
Elizabeth wore a dress of white linen, and a broad hat of soft blue.

The combination of the white and blue with her brown hair, and the pale refinement of her face, seemed to him ravishing, enchanting.

So were the movements of her hands at work, and all the devices of her light self-command; more attractive, infinitely, to his mature sense than the involuntary tremor of girlhood.
"Hallo! What does Stewart want ?" said Philip, raising himself in his hammock.

The hunter who had been the companion of his first unlucky attempt at fishing was coming towards them.

The boy sprang to the ground, and, vowing that he would fish the following morning whatever Elizabeth might say, went off to consult.
She looked after him with a smile and a sigh.
"Better give him his head!" laughed Anderson.