"I suppose," she mused, "it is because I feel so near Heaven, and deep down in my heart I know that my deepest love and interests are there."
When, a little later, Randolph and Austin joined her they were both conscious of an increased radiance and softness in her face. And Austin, who never could keep his thoughts to himself, said:
"Communion of the saints again, Sid? I'd like to know your thoughts when you get alone, but you never will tell me."
She roused herself with a light laugh.
"It is time we were going home. We will leave you to your solitude, Mr. Neville. I would love to spend a night up here by myself."
Randolph did not offer to accompany them down, and Austin took care to engage Sidney's attention for the rest of the way.
"The mother will be furious at Neville's refusal to come to her. A very decent chap, I should say, but quite equal to holding his own with anyone."
"He looks unhappy," Sidney remarked.
"Oh, you sentimental women! If a man has got a fit of indigestion, or the gout in his big toe, it is heartache with you. He is posing as a country-lover, and he's already bored to death. He jumped at the idea of an all night fishing. I'll tell you if he has had a disappointing love affair after our expedition is over. But I doubt it. He's bored to tears with the quiet here, and won't own up to it."
"We won't criticise him, Austin. He is a stranger and deserves our consideration."