The hills looked melancholy: she was aware of every stone on the road.

Alas! this morning she had begun to grow old, for she felt that she had _a past_,--a past that could never return.

Hitherto her life had been to-day and to-morrow, and to-morrow always in the sunshine.

Hitherto the thought of Stephen had been blended with something that was to happen.

Now she knew she must always be remembering the days that for them would come no more.