However, he would make his hay while the sun shone for him.

So one afternoon Keith had borne Miss Alice off to his favorite haunt, the high rock in the Ridge woods.
He was in unusual spirits; for he had escaped from Mrs.Nailor, who of late had appeared to be rather lying in wait for him.

It was the spot he loved best; for the pines behind him seemed to shut out the rest of the world, and he felt that here he was in some sort nearer to having Alice for his own than anywhere else.

It was here that he had caught that glimpse of her heart which he felt had revealed her to him.
This afternoon he was talking of love and of himself; for what young man who talks of love talks not of himself?
She was dressed in white, and a single red rose that he had given her was stuck in her dress.

He had been reading a poem to her.