Hewet looked down too.
"It's wonderful," he said, as they widened and ceased.

The freshness and the newness seemed to him wonderful.

He threw a pebble next.

There was scarcely any sound.
"But England," Rachel murmured in the absorbed tone of one whose eyes are concentrated upon some sight.

"What d'you want with England ?" "My friends chiefly," he said, "and all the things one does." He could look at Rachel without her noticing it.