Something--what was it ?--drew invisible lines of defence about her.

A sort of divine fear of her mingled with his rising passion.

Let him not risk too much too soon.
They walked on briskly, and were soon on the Whindale side of the pass.
To the left of them the great hollow of High Fell unfolded, storm-beaten and dark, the river issuing from the heart of it like an angry voice.
What a change!' he said, coming up with her as the path widened.

'How impossible that it should have been only yesterday afternoon I was lounging up here in the heat, by the pool where the stream rises, watching the white butter-flies on the turf, and reading "Laodamia!"' '"Laodamia!"' she said, half sighing as she caught the name.

'Is it one of those you like best ?' 'Yes,' he said, bending forward that he might see her in spite of the umbrella.