'Where shall we go?
It's warmer.' 'Let's go to the ghyll,' said Fenwick; 'I'll fetch you a shawl.' For, as both remembered, Miss Anna was upstairs, and in that tiny cottage all sounds were audible.
Fenwick wrapt a shawl round his companion, and they sallied forth.
The valley lay below them.

A young moon was near its setting over the farthest pike, and the fine lines of the mountain rose dimly clear, from its base on the valley floor to the dark cliffs of Pavey Ark.

Not a light was visible anywhere.

Their little cottage on its shelf, with the rays of its small lamp shining through the window, seemed to be the only spectator of the fells; it talked with them in a lonely companionship.
They passed through the fence of the small garden out on to the fell-side.

Dim forms of sheep rose in alarm as they came near, and bleating lambs hurried beside them.