I should annoy--wound--disappoint you." His quiet grey eyes flamed.
"Come and sit down here, on these dry roots," he said, taking already joyous command of her.

"We shall be undisturbed.

I have so much to say!" She obeyed trembling.

She felt no passion, but the strong thrill of something momentous and irreparable, together with a swelling pride--pride in such homage from such a man.
He led her a few steps down the slope, found a place for her against a sheltering trunk, and threw himself down beside her.

As he looked up at the picture she made amid the autumn branches, at her bent head, her shy moved look, her white hand lying ungloved on her black dress, happiness overcame him.