Miss Farr smiled, her cool and too-understanding smile.
"There's something to eat," she said.

"Come in." She did not wait for him but walked off quickly.

The professor followed more slowly.

The path, even the front path, was rough (he had noticed that last night); but the cottage, seen now with the glamour of its outlook still in his eyes, seemed not quite so impossible as he had thought.

The grace of early spring lay upon it and all around.