But I should like to tell you when we get to Nuneham, if there's an opportunity.' 'We will make one,' said Kendal, with an inward qualm.

And she fell back again with a nod and a smile.
On they passed, in the blazing sunshine, through Iffley lock and under the green hill crowned with Iffley village and its Norman church.

The hay was out in the fields, and the air was full of it.

Children, in tidy Sunday frocks, ran along the towing-path to look at them; a reflected heaven smiled upon them from the river depths; wild rose-bushes overhung the water, and here and there stray poplars rose like land-marks into the sky.

The heat, after a time, deadened conversation.