The Park was clothed in the double glitter of snow and sunshine.
They roamed the hard white alleys to a continuous tinkle of
sleigh-bells, and Kate brightened with the exhilaration of the
scene. It was not often that she permitted herself such an escape
from routine, and in this new environment, which seemed to detach
her from her daily setting, Stanwell had his first complete vision
of her. To the girl also their unwonted isolation seemed to create a
sense of fuller communion, for she began presently, as they reached
the leafless solitude of the Ramble, to speak with sudden freedom of
her brother. It appeared that the orders against which Caspar had so
heroically steeled himself were slow in coming: he had received no
commission since the sale of his group, and he was beginning to
suffer from a reaction of discouragement. Oh, it was not the craving
for popularity--Stanwell knew how far above that he stood. But it
had been exquisite, yes, exquisite to him to find himself believed
in, understood.
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