Her basket was in his other hand in which he carried his riding-whip also.

He whistled over his shoulder to his horse who followed him like a dog.
The rain was gradually ceasing, but the clouds had wholly closed upon the sunset.

Avery did not want to walk in silence, but somehow she could not help it.

His hold upon her arm was as light as a feather, but she could not help that either for the moment.

She walked as one beneath a spell.
And before them the clouds slowly parted, and again there shone that single, magic star, dazzingly pure against the darkness.
"Do you see that ?" said Piers suddenly.
She assented almost under her breath.
For a moment she was conscious of the tightening of his hand at her elbow.