In her hat were large silk roses, coloured like tarnished gold.

Her costume of dark cloth fitted so beautifully over her breast and shoulders.

His pride went up as he walked with her.

He felt the station people, who knew him, eyed her with awe and admiration.
"I was sure you weren't coming," he laughed shakily.
She laughed in answer, almost with a little cry.
"And I wondered, when I was in the train, WHATEVER I should do if you weren't there!" she said.
He caught her hand impulsively, and they went along the narrow twitchel.
They took the road into Nuttall and over the Reckoning House Farm.

It was a blue, mild day.