Annabel asked no further question.

Egremont laughed before he spoke again.
'How absurdly one conjectures about unknown people I suppose it was natural to think of Grail marrying someone not quite young and very grave.' 'But I hope she is grave enough to be his fitting companion ?' He opened his lips, but altered the words he was about to speak.
'I only saw her for a few minutes--a chance meeting.

She impressed me favourably.' They walked in a leisurely way for about half an hour, then turned, Mists were creeping westward over Pevensey, and the afternoon air was growing chill.

There was no sound from the sea, which was divided lengthwise into two tracts of different hue, that near the land a pale green, that which spread to the horizon a cold grey.
Nothing passed between them which could recall their last day together, nothing beyond that one exclamation of Egremont's, which Annabel hardly appeared to notice.

Neither desired to prolong the conversation.