He would have preferred sitting downstairs with her over the fire.

But at least interruptions were less probable in this quarter.
There was a battlemented walk at the top of the tower, and here he found her, with a wrap thrown over her head, gazing out through one of the deep embrasures over the misty country to a line of hills in the far distance.
The view was magnificent, lighted here and there by sunshine striking through scudding cloud-drifts.

And a splendid rainbow spanned it like a multi-coloured frame.
She did not hear him approaching.

He wondered why, till he was so close that he could see her face, and then very swiftly she turned upon him and he saw that she was crying.
"My dear girl!" he exclaimed.
She drew back sharply.

It was impossible to conceal her distress all in a moment.