They left the long arm of Halnaker Down upon their right, its old mill standing up on the edge like some lighthouse on a bluff of the sea, and crossing the high road from Up-Waltham rode along a narrow glade amongst beeches and nut-trees and small oaks and bushes of wild roses.

Open spaces came again; below them were the woods and the green country of Slindon and the deep grass of Dale Park.

And so they drew near to Gumber Corner where Stane Street climbs over Bignor Hill.
Here Dick Hazlewood halted.
"I suppose we turn." "Not to-day," said Stella, and Dick turned to her with surprise.

Always before they had stopped at this point and always by Stella's wish.

Either she was tired or was needed at home or had letters to write--always there had been some excuse and no reason.