I want you to carry back with you good memories of our Sussex." "I shall do that," said he, "but for another reason." Stella pushed on a foot or two ahead of him.
"Well," she said, "no doubt the Temple will be stuffy." "Nor was I thinking of the Temple." "No ?" "No." She rode on a little way whilst he followed.

A great bee buzzed past their heads and settled in the cup of a wild rose.

In a copse beside them a thrush shot into the air a quiverful of clear melody.
Stella spoke again, not looking at her companion, and in a low voice and bravely with a sweet confusion of her blood.
"I am very glad to hear you say that, for I was afraid that I had let you see more than I should have cared for you to see--unless you had been anxious to see it too." She waited for an answer, still keeping her distance just a foot or two ahead, and the answer did not come.

A vague terror began to possess her that things which could never possibly be were actually happening to her.

She spoke again with a tremor in her voice and all the confidence gone out of it.