Thus at ease in mind they crossed the bridge at the foot of the tarn, and just beyond it found a spot suitable for repose.

Everard brought forth his sandwiches and his flask of wine, moreover a wine-glass, which was for Rhoda's use.

They ate and drank festively.
'Now this is just what I have enjoyed in imagination for a year or more,' said Barfoot, when the luncheon was over, and he lay propped upon his elbow, gazing at Rhoda's fine eyes and her sun-warmed cheeks.
'An ideal realized, for once in one's life.

A perfect moment.' 'Don't you like the scent of burning peat from that cottage ?' 'Yes.

I like everything about us, in heaven and earth, and most of all I like your companionship, Rhoda.' She could not resent this first use of her Christian name; it was so natural, so inevitable; yet she moved her head as if with a slight annoyance.
'Is mine as agreeable to you ?' he added, stroking the back of her hand with a spray of heather.