Her lips curved into a smile. "Don't go yet. Doesn't it seem as
though all this were meant to be from the beginning, and isn't Mr.
Clark in the grip of something bigger than himself?"
"It's pretty big if he is."
"I know, but isn't he a prophet in the wilderness, the wilderness of
Algoma, and he hasn't much honor except what a few of us give him?"
Belding looked at her strangely. This was a new Elsie, who seemed
wistful--yet not for him. Her eyes were cloudy with thought and he had
a curious sensation that he was at this moment far from her
imagination. She turned to him.
"Take me out in your canoe, now."