The bluebells pleased him.
"Look how they've come out of the wood!" he said.
Then she turned with a flash of warmth and of gratitude.
"Yes," she smiled.
His blood beat up.
"It makes me think of the wild men of the woods, how terrified they would be when they got breast to breast with the open space." "Do you think they were ?" she asked.
"I wonder which was more frightened among old tribes--those bursting out of their darkness of woods upon all the space of light, or those from the open tiptoeing into the forests." "I should think the second," she answered.
"Yes, you DO feel like one of the open space sort, trying to force yourself into the dark, don't you ?" "How should I know ?" she answered queerly.
The conversation ended there.
The evening was deepening over the earth.

Already the valley was full of shadow.

One tiny square of light stood opposite at Crossleigh Bank Farm.
Brightness was swimming on the tops of the hills.

Miriam came up slowly, her face in her big, loose bunch of flowers, walking ankle-deep through the scattered froth of the cowslips.

Beyond her the trees were coming into shape, all shadow.
"Shall we go ?" she asked.
And the three turned away.