And yet he felt more tenderly towards her at this moment than he had felt all the foregoing day.

Perhaps it was that her experienced manner and hold indifference stirred his admiration in spite of himself.
'Take my arm, Lizzy,' he murmured.
'I don't want it,' she said.

'Besides, we may never be to each other again what we once have been.' 'That depends upon you,' said he, and they went on again as before.
The hired carriers paced along over Chaldon Down with as little hesitation as if it had been day, avoiding the cart-way, and leaving the village of East Chaldon on the left, so as to reach the crest of the hill at a lonely trackless place not far from the ancient earthwork called Round Pound.

An hour's brisk walking brought them within sound of the sea, not many hundred yards from Lulstead Cove.

Here they paused, and Lizzy and Stockdale came up with them, when they went on together to the verge of the cliff.