A golden twilight still lingered in the air, and the river was mysteriously calm.

But the girl's heart was full of a heavy restlessness.

Each time she heard a punt-pole striking on the bed of the river she raised her head to look.
He came at last--the man for whom her heart waited.

He was punting rapidly down-stream, and she could not see his face.

Yet she knew him, by the swing of his arms, the goodly strength of his muscles,--and by the suffocating beating of her heart.