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Niagara , however , might flout them if it pleased ; they could do without Niagara . They were delighted that the hotel , apparently , contained no one they knew . All they wanted was to be together , and alone . But the bride was tired by a long day in the train ; her smiles began presently to flag , and by nine o'clock her husband had insisted on sending her to rest . After escorting her upstairs Captain Boyson returned to the veranda , which was brightly lit up , in order to read some letters that were still unopened in his pocket . But before he began upon them he was seized once more by the wizardry of the scene . Was that indistinct glimmer in the far distance -- that intenser white on white -- the eternal cloud of spray that hangs over the Canadian Fall ?