She felt herself pledging the very soul that God had given her into the open hollow of his hands.

Take no notice of his remark?
Her whole instinct lifted to it.
"I don't believe there's anything else I should like so well," she exclaimed intensely.
He inwardly cursed his impulsiveness.

"Oh, well, that'll be splendid," he said soberly.

"Only it's no good going down at this time of the year.

The country now's a grave, a sort of God's acre where only dead things are buried.