It did not matter to him why or how she had played her part; it was enough that she had done it, and all that she did was right in his eyes.
The lady's horse was walking slowly up the heavy hill; the reins she hardly held, letting them loose upon its neck.

It was evident that with her there was no difference since the time she had last seen Caius; it appeared that she did not even purpose stopping her horse.

Caius stopped it gently, laying his hand upon its neck.
"What is it ?" she asked, with evident curiosity, for the face that he turned to her made her aware that there was something new in her quiet life.
It was not easy to find his words; he did not care much to do so quickly.

"I could not go on," he said, "without letting you know----" He stopped.
She did not answer him with any quick impatient question.

She looked at the snowy hill in front of her.