"In order to imply I had no grounds for embarrassment if I met him?
Harry was at the camp in the woods." "He knew you had no grounds for embarrassment," Lister declared.

"I knew, and Harry's an older friend." Barbara turned her head, and when she looked back Lister thought his boldness was justified.

In a sense she had been very frank, although perhaps this situation made for frankness.

They were alone on the face of the towering crag.

All was very quiet but for the noise of falling water, and the only living object one could see was a buzzard hovering high up at a white cloud's edge.