‘A very pretty view,’ said Mr. Martindale.
‘The old buildings are very fine, but it is not like our own hills.’
‘No, it is hard on Hampshire downs to compare them to Cumberland mountains.’
‘But it is so sunny and beautiful,’ said the bright young bride. ‘See the sunshine on the green meadows, and the haymaking. Oh! I shall always love it.’ John heard a great deal of happiness in those words. ‘I never saw a cathedral before,’ she added.
‘Have you been over this one?’
‘Yes, but it will be such a treat to go again. One can’t take a quarter of it in at once.’
‘No, it takes half a lifetime to learn a cathedral properly.’
‘It is a wonderful thing,’ she said, with the same serious face; then, changing her tone to one of eagerness, ‘I want to find Bishop Fox’s tomb, for he was a north-country bishop.’
John smiled. ‘You are perfect in the cathedral history.’
‘I bought a little book about it.’