What a tumble! What a death!" He placed his glass between them on the coping, and leaned over.

She did not notice the glass for a moment.

Suddenly she wheeled, as though he had spoken, and her eyes fell on the glass.
"What _is_ the matter ?" he demanded, as she turned on her heel and moved away.
"I'm a trifle nervous, I believe.

If you want to see the big trout breaking on Hurryon, you'd better come with me." She was walking swiftly down the drive to the south of the house.

He overtook her and fell into slower step beside her.
The sun had almost disappeared behind the mountains; bluish haze veiled the valley; a horizon of dazzling yellow flecked with violet faded upward to palest turquoise.