The fires were nearly out, and except for the noise of the river a solemn quietness brooded over the camp.
She began to muse.

She had liked Thirlwell when she met him at the summer hotel, but she liked him better in the bush.

He harmonized with his surroundings; he was, so to speak, natural, but not at all uncouth.
The woods had made him quiet, thoughtful, and vigilant.

She had noted his quick, searching glance, and although there was nothing aggressive about him, he had force.

Yet she did not think him clever; she had met men whose mental powers were much more obvious, but when she tried to contrast them with him, he came out best.