Beyond was the dense foliage of older growths.

He had again taken one of her hands, and so led her on.
'Emily!' She was able to look into his face for a moment, but the moving of her lips gave no sound.
'I could not sleep,' he went on, 'so I read of you till dawn in the Knightes Tale.

It is a name I have always loved, sweet, musical, but of deep meaning.

Will you not let me hear you speak, Emily ?' She uttered a few timid words, then they passed on in silence till the wood was all about them.
'May I tell you the plan which I have made in the night ?' he said, as they stood on a spot of smooth turf, netted with sunlight.

'You leave us in two days.