She was very much flattered that Mr.Hirst should have remembered her, and fulfilled his promise so quickly.
There was still an hour to luncheon, and with Gibbon in one hand, and Balzac in the other she strolled out of the gate and down the little path of beaten mud between the olive trees on the slope of the hill.

It was too hot for climbing hills, but along the valley there were trees and a grass path running by the river bed.

In this land where the population was centred in the towns it was possible to lose sight of civilisation in a very short time, passing only an occasional farmhouse, where the women were handling red roots in the courtyard; or a little boy lying on his elbows on the hillside surrounded by a flock of black strong-smelling goats.

Save for a thread of water at the bottom, the river was merely a deep channel of dry yellow stones.

On the bank grew those trees which Helen had said it was worth the voyage out merely to see.