He wrote once a little book called the 'Tramp's Itinerary,' and was recognised as an authority on the footpaths of England.

So one year, in his favourite over-the-fields, back-way fashion he entered a pretty Surrey village where he met Miss Anthony.

Pure accident, you see.

They came to an understanding, across some stile, most likely.

Little Fyne held very solemn views as to the destiny of women on this earth, the nature of our sublunary love, the obligations of this transient life and so on.