He wooed her with perfect moderation at first; it was not his business to alarm her at starting; he proceeded gradually; and, by the time they had reached the summit, he had felt his way, and had every reason to hope she would accept him.
At the summit the remarkable beauty of the view threw her into raptures, and interrupted the more interesting topic on which he was bent.
But the man of the world showed no impatience (I don't say he felt none); he answered all Grace's questions, and told her what all the places were.
But, by-and-by, the atmosphere thickened suddenly in that quarter, and he then told her gently he had something to show her on the other side of the knob.
He conducted her to a shed the shepherds had erected, and seated her on a rude bench.

"You must be a little tired," he said.
Then he showed her, in the valley, one of those delightful old red brick houses, with white stone facings.

"That is Bollinghope." She looked at it with polite interest.
"Do you like it ?" "Very much.

It warms the landscape so." He expected a more prosaic answer; but he took her cue.

"I wish it was a great deal prettier than it is, and its owner a much better man; richer--wiser--" "You are hard to please, Mr.Coventry." "Miss Carden--Grace--may I call you Grace ?" "It seems to me you have done it." "But I had no right." "Then, of course, you will never do it again." "I should be very unhappy if I thought that.