Dick Hazlewood had come to believe that she would not pass this point, that the down land beyond was a sort of Tom Tiddler's ground on which she would not trespass.

He had wondered why, but his instinct had warned him from questions.

He had always turned at this spot immediately, as if he believed the excuse which she had ready.
Stella noticed the surprise upon his face; and the blushes rose again in her cheeks.
"You knew that I would not go beyond," she said.
"Yes." "But you did not know why ?" There was a note of urgency in her voice.
"I guessed," he said.

"I mean I played with guesses--oh not seriously," and he laughed.

"There runs Stane Street from Chichester to London and through London to the great North Wall.