The meeting this afternoon led to their walking out of the village together; and when the Scotchman had strolled as far as the college gate, Trenholme, out of courtesy and interest in the conversation, walked a mile further up the road with him.
Very beautiful was the road on that bright summer day.

They heard the ripple of the river faintly where it was separated from them by the Harmon garden and the old cemetery.

Further on, the sound of the water came nearer, for there was only the wilderness of half overgrown pasture and sumac trees between them and it.

Then, where the river curved, they came by its bank, road and river-side meeting in a grove of majestic pines.

The ground here was soft and fragrant with the pine needles of half a century; the blue water curled with shadowed wave against matted roots; the swaying firmament was of lofty branches, and the summer wind touched into harmony a million tiny harps.