She expected him to spring to earth on reaching the summit, and lean in a careless and graceful attitude against the machine, waiting for her.

When, on the contrary, she saw him pass the summit and proceed rapidly down a long and steep incline, she was seized, first with surprise, secondly with indignation, and lastly with alarm.

She ran to the top of the hill and shouted, but he never turned his head.

She watched him disappear into a wood a mile and a half distant, and then sat down and cried.

They had had a slight difference that morning, and she wondered if he had taken it seriously and intended desertion.