"I didn't know there was such a view in all England," he said.
Miss French smiled. Then she moved cautiously forward, till she was clear of the bushes, there to sit down upon a billowing cushion of heather which grew conveniently about as close to the edge of the bluff as it was prudent to venture. Abstractedly Anthony followed her and, after a glance about him, took his seat by her side upon a patch of gravel.
"I'm in your debt," he said simply. "Deeper than I was before."
Valerie nodded at the wonder of landscape.
"I'll make you a present of this," she said. "What else do you owe me for?"
Anthony spread out his hands.
"Your society," he said.
"You've paid for that—with your own."
"Your pity, then."
"I've never pitied you," said Valerie.