Yet he understood.

He knew that this was a tragedy.
Stenson's voice reached them from the other side of the ridge.
"Come and show me the way across this wretched bit of marsh, Orden.

I don't like these deceptive green grasses." "`Pitfalls for the Politician' or `Look before you leap'." Julian muttered aimlessly.

"Quite right to avoid that spot, sir.

Just follow where I am pointing." Stenson made his laborious way to their side.
"This may be a short cut back to the Hall," he exclaimed, "but except for the view of the sea and this gorgeous air, I think I should have preferred the main road! Help me up, Orden.