They could not bear to face other people.
"But we must go on," Rachel insisted at last, in the curious dull tone of voice in which they had both been speaking, and with a great effort they forced themselves to cover the short distance which lay between them and the pair sitting on the tree-trunk.
As they approached, Helen turned round and looked at them.

She looked at them for some time without speaking, and when they were close to her she said quietly: "Did you meet Mr.Flushing?
He has gone to find you.

He thought you must be lost, though I told him you weren't lost." Hirst half turned round and threw his head back so that he looked at the branches crossing themselves in the air above him.
"Well, was it worth the effort ?" he enquired dreamily.
Hewet sat down on the grass by his side and began to fan himself.
Rachel had balanced herself near Helen on the end of the tree trunk.
"Very hot," she said.
"You look exhausted anyhow," said Hirst.
"It's fearfully close in those trees," Helen remarked, picking up her book and shaking it free from the dried blades of grass which had fallen between the leaves.

Then they were all silent, looking at the river swirling past in front of them between the trunks of the trees until Mr.
Flushing interrupted them.

He broke out of the trees a hundred yards to the left, exclaiming sharply: "Ah, so you found the way after all.