There is only Ughtred." Betty glanced at the boy and saw a small flame of red creep up on his cheek.

Instinctively she knew what it meant, and she put out her hand and lightly touched his shoulder.
"I hope you'll like me, Ughtred," she said.
He almost started at the sound of her voice, but when he turned his face towards her he only grew redder, and looked awkward without answering.
His manner was that of a boy who was unused to the amenities of polite society, and who was only made shy by them.
Without warning, a moment or so later, Bettina stopped in the middle of the avenue, and looked up at the arching giant branches of the trees which had reached out from one side to the other, as if to clasp hands or encompass an interlacing embrace.

As far as the eye reached, they did this, and the beholder stood as in a high stately pergola, with breaks of deep azure sky between.

Several mellow, cawing rooks were floating solemnly beneath or above the branches, now wand then settling in some highest one or disappearing in the thick greenness.
Lady Anstruthers stopped when her sister did so, and glanced at her in vague inquiry.

It was plain that she had outlived even her sense of the beauty surrounding her.
"What are you looking at, Betty ?" she asked.
"At all of it," Betty answered.