44 THE SILVER FOX 



and looked out with a quickened pulse at 

 the bright afternoon and the clear rugged 

 outline of the mountain. The drawing- 

 room window commanded a slope of rough 

 lawn, the black and swirling curve of a 

 river, an opening to the west through a 

 young wood of larch and Scotch fir letting 

 in the barren mountain, leaning aslant, and 

 the sunsets that wrought and died upon its 

 shoulder. 



"In his heart is a blind desire, 

 In his eyes foreknowledge of death." 



The approval of Mr. Glasgow was firmly 

 and neatly given to the passage ; she felt it 

 to be the mouthpiece of his soul, and she 

 felt also that hers was probably the only 

 soul within a radius of twenty miles capable 

 of apprehending Mr. Glasgow's in its higher 

 walks. Slaney remembered that at dinner 

 last night Lady Susan had gaily announced 

 that she hated all poetry — " at least all 

 good poetry." The recollection was incon- 

 sequent, but it was agreeable. 



" Mrs. Quin from Cahirdreen 's outside in 



