The telegram shall go at once, so that if there were real need for your return, they would have time to reply.' The message despatched, they talked till dinner-time.

Fulfilment of joy soon put an end to Thyrza's embarrassment; she told all about her life and Lydia's, about their work, about Mr.Boddy, about Gilbert and his books.

Mrs.Ormonde led her gently on, soothed by the music.
In the afternoon she decided to drive with Thyrza to the top of Beachy Head; on the morrow the sky might not be so favourable to the view.

The children would go out in the usual way; she preferred to be alone with her visitor for a while.
'Will they have the telegraph yet ?' Thyrza asked, as she again seated herself in the carriage.
'Oh, long since.

We could have had an answer before now.' Thyrza sighed with contentment, for she knew that Lyddy was glad on her behalf.
So now the keen breath of the sea folded her about and made warmth through her whole body; it sang in her ears, the eternal sea music which to infinite generations of mortals has been an inspiring joy.
Upward, upward, on the long sweep of the climbing road, whilst landward the horizon retired from curve to curve off the wild Downs, and on the other hand a dark edge against the sky made fearful promise of precipitous shore.