From the house the lawns fell steeply, shaded by trees and dappled by the sunlight, to a valley, at the bottom of which flowed the river swift and black under overarching boughs.

There was a fall, where the water slid over rocks with a smoothness so unbroken that it looked solid except just at one point.

There a spur stood sharply up, and the river broke back upon itself in an amber wave through which the sun shone.

Opposite this spur they sat for a long while, talking at times, but for the most part listening to the roar of the water and watching its perpetual flow.
And at last the sunset came, and the long shadows.

They stood up, looked at each other with a smile, and so walked slowly back to the house.