As she reached the highest point Unorna stood still, turned quickly towards the Wanderer and held out both her hands towards him.
"I have chosen this place, because it is quiet," she said, with a soft smile.
Hardly knowing why he did so, he laid his hands in hers and looked kindly down to her upturned face.
"What is it ?" he asked, meeting her eyes.
She was silent, and her fingers did not unclasp themselves.

He looked at her, and saw for the hundredth time that she was very beautiful.

There was a faint colour in her cheeks, and her full lips were just parted as though a loving word had escaped them which she would not willingly recall.

Against the background of broken neutral tints, her figure stood out, an incarnation of youth and vitality.

If she had often looked weary and pale of late, her strength and freshness had returned to her now in all their abundance.