For some reason she felt divinely happy, as if she had drunk of the wine of the gods.

It had been so wonderful--that song of starlight and of Spring.
It was very warm, and she wore neither hat nor wrap.

If she had come out in a bathing-dress, no one would have known, she reflected.

But in this she was wrong, for presently, as she sauntered along, she became aware of a faint scent other than the wonderful cocoa-nut perfume of the gorse bushes--a scent that made her aware of the presence of another human being in that magic place.
She looked about for him with a faint smile on her lips, but the cliff-path ran empty before her, ascending in a series of fairly stiff climbs to the brow of High Shale Point.

Columbus hurried along ahead of her as if he had made up his mind to reach the top at all costs.