It was a beautiful starlight night, clear and frosty: our footsteps rang crisply on the ground: not a breath of wind stirred the skeleton branches that stretched above our heads: a solemn peacefulness seemed to close us round.

Jill's mirthful laugh quite startled the echoes.

She and Mr.Tudor were following very slowly.

Once or twice we stood still and waited for them, but Mr.Tudor was in the middle of some amusing story, and so they took no notice of us.
I told Max about my visit to Mrs.Maberley, and of the conversation that had taken place between us.

I thought he started a little when I mentioned Eric Hamilton's name.
'What a pity!' he said quietly.