THE SILVER FOX 111 



Glasgow and Lady Susan turned off and 

 began to follow the bank of the little river 

 through a stunted and intricate wood. In 

 the track l)y which they made their way it 

 was not possible to walk side by side ; 

 Bunbury went first, sometimes holding back 

 a branch, sometimes giving her his hand 

 when the rocks of the river brink thrust 

 their slippery shoulders across the way. 

 They spoke little, and by the gift of 

 imaginative sympathy that was hers for 

 those who interested her, she knew that his 

 silence was vexed with misgiving about 

 Lady Susan. 



The river was brimming full, and, as it 

 raced, the black water and the cold froth 

 washed in deep eddies between the rocks ; 

 the sunlit bank opposite was red with 

 withered bracken and sedge ; the soft boom- 

 ing of a waterfall came to the ear. Passing 

 round the curve they saw the thick and 

 creamy column of water plunge from its 

 edge of low crag to its ruin among the 

 boulders; above it two or three battered fir- 



