When they sat down Sir Robin consulted his watch, and found that they might stay for nearly an hour.
There was a bruised sweetness in the atmosphere about them, which they discovered presently to be wild thyme.

They were sitting on a bed of it.
He thought of it afterwards as one of the sweetnesses that must be always associated with Mary Gray, like the smell of violets.

The full golden sun poured on them, warming them to the heart.

The bees buzzed about the wild thyme and the golden heads of gorse.

Little blue moths fluttered on the hillside.