She was pleased with him, and let him see it, for the encouragement of a husband in the observance of his duties.

One of the horses had fallen lame, so they went out for a walk, at Lady Dunstane's request.

It was a delicious afternoon of Spring, with the full red disk of sun dropping behind the brown beech-twigs.

She remembered long afterward the sweet simpleness of her feelings as she took in the scent of wild flowers along the lanes and entered the woods jaws of another monstrous and blackening experience.

He fell into the sentimental vein, and a man coming from that heated London life to these glorified woods, might be excused for doing so, though it sounded to her just a little ludicrous in him.