Again and again--each wave was a miracle of mystic beauty, and he stood there entranced long after his pipe had gone dead.
And as he stood gazing down at the wonder of it, his ear caught the sound of quick light footsteps coming towards him across the Coupee, and he marvelled at the intrepidity of this late traveller.

If he had had to go across there that night, he would have gone step by step, with caution and a lantern; whereas here was no hesitation, but haste and assurance.
It was only when she had passed the last bastion, and was almost upon him, that he made out that it was a girl.
His heart gave a jump.

She had been so much in his thought.

Yet, even so, it was almost at a venture that he said-- "Nance ?" And yet, again, he had learned to recognize her footsteps at the farm, and where the heart is given the senses are subtly acute, and she had slackened her pace somewhat as she drew near.
"Yes; I am going to the doctor." "Why--who-- ?" "Grannie is ill--in pain.

He will give me something to ease her." He had turned and was walking by her side.
"I am sorry.