"You look tired, Elizabeth." "Do I ?" she returned absently; "I feel as though I could walk ten miles with pleasure.

That is the worst, I am so strong that nothing tires me.
Sometimes I fancy it would be a pleasant experience to be honestly fatigued in some good cause.

How one would sleep after it!" "I thought you always slept well, dear ?" "Oh, so I do: often I fall asleep as soon as my head is on the pillow.
But I wake early--the first twitter of the birds rouses me--and then life looks so long." Elizabeth spoke in a dejected tone.
"Come and walk," was Mr.Carlyon's only answer to this; "I have been writing my sermon all the morning, and I feel a bit stiff and headachy.
Let us go down the valley;" and as Elizabeth made no objection to this, he got his hat and stick, and they sallied forth together.

Outside the gate they came upon the vicar, and the three walked on together, as Mr.
Charrington intended calling at the Crow's Nest.

Elizabeth had been very silent all the way, and had left the conversation to the two gentlemen.