"Can you forgive me for—for thinking you lied to me?"
"I forgave you long ago—when I saw you on your face in the snow. I wanted to kick myself then for having raised such a row about a little thing like that."
He took the empty mug from her and filled it for himself.
"I am glad you saved my life, even if you do feel—that way about me," she said.
"What way?" he asked.
"As if I—wasn't capable of—really understanding you."
He moved over closer beside her.
"I—only want you to think well of me," he said. "It was my pride that was talking last night, but seeing you helpless out there in the drift took the silly pride out of me."
"I think—very well of you. I think, I know, that you are brave and honest. But what do you think of me, Jim?"
"I think you are as brave as—as you are—dashed beautiful!"