Taffy had halted on the top of a hillock to wave good-night to George.

For years he remembered the scene--the brown hollow of the hills; the clear evening sky, with the faint purple arch, which is the shadow of the world, climbing higher and higher upon it; and his own shadow stretching back with his heart toward George, who stood fronting the level rays and waved his glittering catch of fish.
"What was that you said ?" he asked, when at length he tore himself away and caught up with Honoria.
"That was a horrid story you told.

It spoiled my afternoon, and I'll trouble you not to tell any more of the sort.".