Grace was very calm when he took off his cap and he thought the hint of stateliness he sometimes noted was rather marked.

It did not daunt him; he, felt it was proper Grace should look like that.

She noted that he was hot and breathless.
"I saw you as I was bringing the sheep down Burton ghyll," he said.
"Then you must have good eyes," Grace remarked.

"It's a long way, and I don't wear conspicuous clothes." Kit laughed.

"I'd have known you much farther off.