"We must prove to ourselves once in a while that we are not savages!"

"Naturally! Do you want me to dress?"

Colina, who had not looked at her father, nevertheless felt the
inimical atmosphere. She stooped to a touch of flattery. "You are
always well dressed," she said, smiling at him.

"Hm!" said Gaviller again. "Call me when you're ready." He marched
off to his library.

Colina breathed freely. So far so good! Ambrose Doane had not been to
call on her father. He was hardly the simple youth she had decided.
But she couldn't think the less of him for that.

When she heard the door-bell ring--Gaviller's house boasted the only
door-bell north of Caribou Lake--her heart astonished her with its
thumping. She ran up to her own room. Ambrose according to
instructions previously given was to be shown into the drawing-room.

Another wonder of Gaviller's house was the full-length mirror imported
for Colina. She ran to it now. It treated her kindly. The crisp,
thin, dead-black draperies showed up her white skin in dazzling
contrast.

On second thought she left off the string of pearls. The effect was
better without any ornament. Her face was her despair; her eyes were
misty and unsure; the color came and went in her cheeks; she could not
keep her lips closed.