At last she lay still, all the grasses shaken round her and before her by her panting.
Over her loomed two great heads, the heads of a man and woman, of Terence and Helen.
Both were flushed, both laughing, and the lips were moving; they came together and kissed in the air above her.

Broken fragments of speech came down to her on the ground.

She thought she heard them speak of love and then of marriage.

Raising herself and sitting up, she too realised Helen's soft body, the strong and hospitable arms, and happiness swelling and breaking in one vast wave.

When this fell away, and the grasses once more lay low, and the sky became horizontal, and the earth rolled out flat on each side, and the trees stood upright, she was the first to perceive a little row of human figures standing patiently in the distance.