"
Meanwhile, his heart on Carrie's side began to grow warm and
alert, as if recognizing an affinity to some object not far off.
Granting that she had not been so brilliant as Lottie, she had
been eminently companionable in a more quiet way. If there had not
been such bursts of enthusiasm at the beginning of the drive, her
enjoyment appeared to have more staying powers. He liked her none
the less that her eyes were often turned toward the stars or the
dark silhouettes of the leafless trees against the snow. She did
not keep saying, "Ah, how lovely! What a fine bit that is!" but he
had only to follow her eyes to see something worth looking at.
"A proof that Miss Carrie also is not so preoccupied with the
pleasure of my company that she has no thoughts for other things,"
cogitated Marstern. "It's rather in her favor that she prefers
Nature to a grate fire. They're about even yet."
Meanwhile the horse was speeding along on the white, hard expanse
of the river, skirting the west shore. They now had only about a
mile to drive before striking land again; and the scene was so
beautiful with the great dim outlines of the mountains before them
that both the girls suggested that they should go leisurely for a
time.
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