When Mr.Charrington had quitted them, they turned into the long woodland path that skirted the valley.

It was a beautiful spot, and a favourite resort of Elizabeth's.

She loved to breathe the spicy incense of the pines, and to watch the shadows move across the valley.
As they seated themselves under a little clump of firs, they could look down into the dark woods far below.

All round them were heather, bracken, whortleberries, and brambles, and later on the hillside would be a glory of purple.
"Well, Elizabeth, what is it ?" asked Mr.Carlyon, as she still sat beside him in a brown study, and her brow puckered and lined with thought.

"I am sure I have been patient enough." Then she started and laughed a little nervously.
"How stupid I am this afternoon! And I have so much to tell you.