Like a little speck along the road a motor-car was crawling along.
"It is Mr.Bomford," he said.

"He is coming to look for you." She rose to her feet.

Together they stood, for a moment, hand in hand, looking down upon the flaming landscape.

The fields at their feet were brilliant with color; in the far distance the haze of the sea.

Their fingers were locked.
"Mr.Bomford," he sighed, "is coming up the hill." "Then I think," she said quietly, "that we had better go down!".