They had come out upon the grass in front of the inn.
"I have a headache," she said.

And then suddenly, looking about at the menacing sky and motionless air, "It 's this horrible day!" Rowland that afternoon tried to write a letter to his cousin Cecilia, but his head and his heart were alike heavy, and he traced upon the paper but a single line.

"I believe there is such a thing as being too reasonable.

But when once the habit is formed, what is one to do ?" He had occasion to use his keys and he felt for them in his pocket; they were missing, and he remembered that he had left them lying on the hill-top where he had had his talk with Roderick.

He went forth in search of them and found them where he had thrown them.