A mare with its foal, and two half-grown colts, had come up to an open fence within the tree's shadow, and, with their long gentle heads hanging over, they too seemed to be listening.
The Scotchman, exhilarated by the cooling of the atmosphere, genially invited Trenholme to a longer walk.

Chellaston Mountain, with its cool shades and fine prospect, was very near.

A lane turned from the high road, which led to the mountain's base.

A hospitable farmhouse stood where the mountain path began to ascend, suggesting sure offer of an evening meal.

Trenholme looked at the peaceful lane, the beautiful hill, and all the sunny loveliness of the land, and refused the invitation.