CHAPTER X.
10th July.
Judith and I have had our day in the country.

We know a wayside station, on a certain line of railway, about an hour and a half from town, where we can alight, find eggs and bacon at the village inn and hayricks in a solitary meadow, and where we can chew the cud of these delights with the cattle in well-wooded pastures.

Judith has a passion for eggs and bacon and hayricks.

My own rapture in their presence is tempered by the philosophic calm of my disposition.

She wore a cotton dress of a forget-me-not blue which suits her pale colouring.