He looked up at her as she descended, and his eyes brightened with pleasure at the sight.
Edith was charmed with their plan.

It might have been conceived as an exquisite favour to herself, by the fine style in which she handled it.
They set out, Majendie carrying the luncheon basket and Anne's coat.

He had changed, and appeared in the Norfolk jacket, knickerbockers, and cap he had worn at Scarby.

The pang that struck her at the sight of them was softened by her practical perception of their fitness for the adventure.
They became him, too, and she had memory of the charm he had once worn for her with that open-air attire.
An hour's journey by rail brought them to the little wayside station.
They turned off the high road, walked for ten minutes across an upland field, and came to the bridle-path that led down into the beech-woods of Westleydale, in the heart of the hills.
They followed a mossy trail.

The shade fell thin, warm, and coloured, from leaves so tender that the light passed through their half-transparent panes.