It was a country remote, wooded and pastoral, and Althea, a connoisseur in landscapes, was enchanted.
'Do you like it ?' Helen asked her as they passed along the edge of a little wood, glimpses of bright meadow among its clearings.

'We are almost there now, and it's like this all about Merriston.' 'I've hardly seen any part of England I like so much,' said Althea.

'It has a sweet, untouched wildness rather rare in England.' 'I always think that it's a country to love and live in,' said Helen.
'Some countries seem made only to be looked at.' Althea wondered, as she then went on looking at this country, whether she were thinking of her girlhood and of her many journeys to Merriston.
She wondered if Mr.Digby were thinking of his boyhood.

Ever since seeing those two together yesterday afternoon she had wondered about them.

She had never encountered a relationship quite like theirs; it was so close, so confident, yet so untender.