They seemed to ride in the morning of a new clean world.

They rose higher on to Duncton Down, and then the girl spoke.
"So this is your last day here." He gazed about him out towards the sea, eastwards down the slope to the dark trees of Arundel, backwards over the weald to the high ridge of Blackdown.
"I shall look back upon it." "Yes," she said.

"It's a day to look back upon." She ran over in her mind the days of this last month since he had come to the inn at Great Beeding and friends of her family had written to her parents of his coming.

"It's the most perfect of all your days here.

I am glad.