ON BIGNOR HILL They were riding along the top of the South Downs between Singleton and Arundel, and when they came to where the old Roman road from Chichester climbs over Bignor Hill, Stella Derrick raised her hand and halted.

She was then nineteen and accounted lovely by others besides Henry Thresk, who on this morning rode at her side.

She was delicately yet healthfully fashioned, with blue eyes under broad brows, raven hair and a face pale and crystal-clear.

But her lips were red and the colour came easily into her cheeks.
She pointed downwards to the track slanting across the turf from the brow of the hill.
"That's Stane Street.

I promised to show it you." "Yes," answered Thresk, taking his eyes slowly from her face.