She did little things for herself, moving about naturally, and she was pleased when a messenger brought flowers, explaining that his lordship had ordered that they should be sent every other day from the nearest town.

She spent an hour filling crystal bowls and clear slim vases with them and the look never left her.
But she said nothing until she went out with Dowie at sunset.

They only walked for a short time and they did not keep to the road but went on to the moor itself and walked among the heath and bracken.

After a little while they sat down and gave themselves up to the vast silence with here and there the last evening twitter of a bird in it.

The note made the stillness greater.