He found himself watching every step she made and keeping his eye on the path ahead of them to make sure she would avoid roughness or irregularities.

In some inner part of his being there remotely worked the thought that this was the way in which he might have walked side by side with Alixe, watching over each step taken by her sacred little feet.
The day was a wonder of peace and relaxation to him.

Farther and farther, until lost in nothingness, receded the roar and the tensely strung sense of waiting for news of unbearable things.

As they went on he realised that he need not even watch the path before her because she knew it so well and her step was as light and firm as a young roe's.

Her very movements seemed to express the natural physical enjoyment of exercise.
He knew nothing of her mind but that Mademoiselle had told him that she was intelligent.