I am afraid we are in for a long spell of monotony." "Well," she said, gazing straight at him; a glow in her eyes that puzzled him; "we can't help it, can we?
And I suppose we shall have to make the best of it." Lawler, however, did not expect the storm to last more than a day or so.
They seldom did, at this time of the year.

He had drawn the gloomy picture merely in an attempt to force Miss Wharton to realize the indelicacy of her position.

He had thought she would have exhibited perturbation.

Instead, she was calm and plainly unworried.
Puzzled, Lawler leaned an elbow on the table and scowled into the fire.
There was no apparent reason why he should object to remaining in the cabin with a pretty woman who did not seem eager to leave it.

And yet he was afflicted with a grave unrest.
Givens and Link were in the dugout, and presently they would return to the cabin.