Caius took the precaution to step after her round the end of the byre, just to see that her husband was not lying in wait for her there.

There was no one to be seen but the children at a distance, still swinging on the gate, and a labourer who was driving some cows from the field.
Caius slipped down on to the red shore, and found himself in a wide semicircular bay, near the point which ended it on this side.

He crept round the bay inwards for half a mile, till he came to the mouth of the creek to which he was bound.

All the long spring evening he sat angling for the speckled sea-trout, until the dusk fell and the blue water turned gray, and he could no longer see the ruddy colour of the rock on which he sat.

All the long spring evening the trout rose to his fly one by one, and were landed in his basket easily enough, and soft-throated frogs piped to him from ponds in the fields behind, and the smell of budding verdure from the land mingled with the breeze from the sea.