He saw his own future as it must now be; weighted with this burden, this secret; if indeed it were still to be a secret; if it were not rather the wiser and the manlier plan to have done with secrecy.
Elizabeth rose with a little shiver.

The wind had begun to blow cold from the northwest.
"How soon can we run down?
I hope Mr.Arthur will have sent Philip indoors." Anderson left Lake Louise about eight o'clock, and hurried down the Laggan road.

His mind was divided between the bitter-sweet of these last hours with Elizabeth Merton, and anxieties, small practical anxieties, about his father.

There were arrangements still to make.

He was not himself going to Vancouver.