I have not forgotten the fright he gave me.

I had always imagined I was rather a self-possessed person till that day." "I am a coward myself when I am frightened," said Charles, consolingly, "though at other times as bold as a lion." They were both sitting under the flickering shadow of the already yellowing horse-chestnut-tree, the first of all the trees to set the gorgeous autumn fashions.

But as yet it was paling only at the edges of its slender fans.

The air was sweet and soft, with a voiceless whisper of melancholy in it, as if the summer knew, for all her smiles, her hour had wellnigh come.
The rectory cows--the mottled one, and the red one, and the big white one that was always milked first--came slowly past on their way to the pond, blinking their white eyelashes leisurely at Charles and Ruth.
"It is almost as hot as that Sunday in July when we walked over from Atherstone.

Do you remember ?" said Charles, suddenly.
"Yes." She knew he was thinking of their last conversation, and she felt a momentary surprise that he had remembered it.
"We never finished that conversation," he said, after a pause.
"No; but then conversations never are finished, are they?
They always seem to break off just when they are coming to the beginning.