She smiled. Her looks were open, and her voice light and spirited; though the natural dark rose-glow was absent from her olive cheeks.
Weyburn puzzled over the mystery of so volatile a treatment of a serious matter, on the part of a woman whose feelings he had reason to know were quick and deep. She might be acting, as women so cleverly do.
It could hardly be acting when she pointed to peeps of scenery, with a just eye for landscape.
'You leave us for Switzerland very soon?' she said.
'The Reversion I have been expecting has fallen in, besides my inheritance. My mother was not to see the school. But I shall not forget her counsels. I can now make my purchase of the house and buildings, and buy out my partner at the end of a year. My boys are jumping to start. I had last week a letter from Emile.'
'Dear little Emile!'
'You like him?'
'I could use a warmer word. He knew me when I was a girl.'
She wound the strings of his heart suddenly tense, and they sang to their quivering.
'You will let me hear of you, Mr. Weyburn?'