Marsham had crossed it, and Diana mounted.

Her young form showed sharply against the west; he looked into her eyes, divided between laughter and feeling; she gave him her hand.

The man's pulses leaped anew.

He was naturally of a cool and self-possessed temperament--the life of the brain much stronger in him than the life of the senses.

But at that moment he recognized--as perhaps, for the first time, the night before--that Nature and youth had him at last in grip.
At the same time the remembrance of a walk over the same ground that he had taken in the autumn With Alicia Drake flashed, unwelcomed, into his mind.