Then Lady Angela, whose eyes were fixed seawards, suddenly turned to me.
"Oh," she cried, "I am weary of all these bothers and problems and anxieties.

Let us put them away for one hour of this glorious morning.
Dare you play truant for a little while and walk on the sands ?" "I think so," I answered readily, "if you will wait while I go and put Grooton in charge." "I will be scrambling down," she declared.

"It is not a difficult operation." I joined her a few minutes later, and we set our faces toward the point of the bay.

Over our heads the seagulls were lazily drifting and wheeling, the quiet sea stole almost noiselessly up the firm yellow sands.

Farther over the marshes the larks were singing.