My folk were pleased about it, and I tried to be pleased too.
Maybe at first there was a little coolness between him and me: there was not quite the old schoolboy trust between us.

But then, when the first smart was passed, it seemed to me that he had acted openly, and that I had no just cause for complaint against him.

So we were friendly, in a way; and as for her, he had forgotten all his anger, and would have kissed the print of her shoe in the mud.

We used to take long rambles together, he and I; and it is about one of these that I now want to tell you.
We had passed over Bramston Heath and round the clump of firs which screens the house of Major Elliott from the sea wind.

It was spring now, and the year was a forward one, so that the trees were well leaved by the end of April.