The moor was bathed in a flood of silver moonlight, the sea below was lighted up by the same serene effulgence, and the silence of night was only broken by the trickle of the mill stream down in the valley, the barking of the dogs on the distant farms, and the secret scurry of a rabbit under the furze bushes.
As she neared the edge of the cliff, the peace and beauty of the scene impressed her eye but did not reach her heart, which was beating with a strange unrest.
In the dark shadow of the crags on the cliff side Will was waiting for her.

He had been there some time, and was a little nettled at her delay.
"Where hast been, Morva ?" he said, stretching out his hand and drawing her towards him in the shadow.

"Come out of the moonlight, lass.
There is Simon 'Sarndu' fishing down there with Essec Jones; they will see thee." "Well, indeed," said the girl, "what is the good of our going on like this?
It will be a weariness to thee to be always hiding thy--thy--" "My love for thee?
No, Morva, 'tis all the sweeter to me that nobody guesses it.

And nobody must guess it; and that's what I wanted to speak to thee about.

When a man begins his life in earnest, and takes his place in the outside world, he must be careful, Morva--careful of every step--and must act very differently to those who mean to spend their lives in this dull corner of the world." "Dull corner!" said Morva.