On the other hand, the recollection of those early days also became precious to Peter for the first time.
Sarah! It was difficult to be sentimental on the subject, but difficulties are easily surmounted by a lover; and though Sarah's childhood afforded few facilities for ecstatic reverie, still--there had been moments, and especially towards the end of the holidays, when he and Sarah had walked on the banks of the river, with arms round each other's necks, sharing each other's toffee and confidences.
Poor Sarah had been first despatched to a boarding school as unmanageable, at the age of seven, and thereafter her life had been a changeful one, since her father could not live without her, and her mother would not keep her at home.

She had always presented a lively contrast to her elder brothers, who were all that a parent's heart could desire, and too old to be much interested in their little rebellious sister.
Her high spirits survived disgrace and punishment and periodical banishment.

Though not destitute of womanly qualities, she was more remarkable for hoydenish ones; and her tastes were peculiar and varied.

If there were a pony to break in, a sick child to be nursed, a groom to scold, a pig to be killed--there was Sarah; but if a frock to try on, a visit to be paid, a note to be written--where was she?
Peter, recalling these things, tried to laugh at himself for his extraordinary infatuation of the previous day; but he knew very well in his heart that he could not really laugh, and that he had lain awake half the night thinking of her.
Sarah had spent the rest of the day at Barracombe after Peter's return, and had been escorted home late in the evening.

Could he ever forget those moments on the terrace, when she had paced up and down beside him, in the pleasant summer darkness; her white neck and arms gleaming through transparent black tulle; sometimes listening to the sounds of music and revelry in the village below, and looking at the rockets that were being let off on the river-banks; and sometimes asking him of the war, in that low voice which thrilled Peter as it had already thrilled not a few interested hearers before him?
Those moments had been all too few, because John Crewys also had monopolized a share of Miss Sarah's attention.