I've left a picture. I want you to see it before you leave for Canada. You'll find it by your north window.
I'm going to the Adirondacks with Katherine. She's developed tuberculosis, this is her only chance, and, short or long, I've sworn to go the rest of the way with her.
Law went across the room to his north window. With fumbling hands he uncovered the canvas standing there and placed it on an easel before he dared look at it.
A bit of paper was attached to the picture. Law read:
"Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight."
Then standing in his coldest, most critical attitude, Anderson Law feasted his eyes upon Donelle!
Not only the sweet, appealing beauty of the rare, girlish face held Law, but the masterfulness of the hand that had reproduced it, clutched his senses. Such colour and light! Why, for a moment it seemed almost as if there were movement.
"Good God!" muttered Law. "I stayed in Egypt too long."
It was like him, however, to make ready at once to go to Point of Pines. He did not write to Norval; how could he? Of course he disapproved heartily of what he knew and suspected. No man, he reflected, has a right to take chances at another's expense. Norval was a fool, a damned fool, but he was no merely selfish wretch. That he could swear to. But the girl—well, how could a man keep his senses cool with those eyes fixed upon him?
"That white-flame sort," mused the man in the still room, "is the most far reaching. There's so much soul along with the rest."