The sun of this world had made his nest in his hair, but the smile below it seemed to dim the aureole he wore.

Timidly yet trustingly Ginevra took one hand from under her cheek, and stretched it up to him.

He clasped it gently.
She moved, and he helped her to rise.
"I've lost Nicie," she said.
Gibbie nodded, but did not look concerned, "Nicie is my maid," said Ginevra.
Gibbie nodded several times.

He knew who Nicie was rather better than her mistress.
"I left her away back there, a long, long time ago, and she has never come to me," she said.
Gibbie gave a shrill loud whistle that startled her.

In a few seconds, from somewhere unseen, a dog came bounding to him over stones and heather.