"Where is Angus ?" "I left him sitting under a tree at the top of the coombe near the Church," she replied.

"He was busy with his writing, and I told him I would just run across the hill and see if you were coming.

I had a sort of fancy you would be tramping home this morning! And where have you been all these days ?" "A good way," he answered evasively.

"I'm rather a slow walker." "I should think you were!" and she laughed good-humouredly.

"You must have been pretty near us all the while!" He made no answer, and together they paced slowly across the grass, sweet with the mixed perfume of thousands of tiny close-growing herbs and flowers which clung in unseen clumps to the soil.