They were men who had married.
Afar off she heard the manly voice singing the song from "Rigoletto." She sprang up and listened, with eyes softly shining and head a little on one side.

The song ended; her heart beat fast.

It was not many minutes before she, watching at the end of the path, saw him appear at the bottom of the huge cleft.
And the look in his eyes, the merry smile about his expressive mouth, delighted her.

"I'm so glad to see you!" she cried.
Over his shoulder was flung his fishing bag, and it bulged.
"Don't be scared by the size of my pack," he called up, as he climbed.

"We're going to have supper together--if you'll let me stay.