How late Aldous had left all these experiences! His grandfather, by twenty, could have shown him the way.
* * * * * Meanwhile the two in question were walking along the edge of the hill rampart overlooking the plain, with the road on one side of them, and the falling beech woods on the other.

They were on a woodland path, just within the trees, sheltered, and to all intents and purposes alone.

The maid, with leisurely discretion, was following far behind them on the high road.
Marcella, who felt at moments as though she could hardly breathe, by reason of a certain tumult of nerve, was yet apparently bent on maintaining a conversation without breaks.

As they diverged from the road into the wood-path, she plunged into the subject of her companion's election prospects.

How many meetings did he find that he must hold in the month?
What places did he regard as his principal strongholds?
She was told that certain villages, which she named, were certain to go Radical, whatever might be the Tory promises.