Their offences evidently impose small burden on their conscience, and they have the air of those who have never known what it is to have the Furies on one's track.

Rosalind was struck with the charming naturalness and gaiety of every one we met in our first ramble on that delicious and never-to-be-forgotten morning when we arrived in Arden.
There was neither assumption nor diffidence; there was rather an entire absence of any kind of self-consciousness.

Rosalind had fancied that we might be quite alone for a time, and we had expected to have a few days to ourselves.

We had even planned in our romantic moments--and there is always a good deal of romance among the dwellers in Arden--a continuation of our wedding journey during the first week.
"It will be so much more delightful than before," suggested Rosalind, "because nobody will stare at us, and we shall have the whole world to ourselves." In that last phrase I recognised the ideal wedding journey, and was not at all dismayed at the prospect of having no society but Rosalind's for a time.

But all such anticipations were dispelled in an hour.