She gave her own. He took up fisherman's paraphernalia and a light coat. They moved out of ravine into meadow strip; before them lay the jewel valley. Mr. Curtin drew a deep breath.
"And he hasn't eyes to look at it!"
Anna Darcy found herself answering with certitude. "He sees it and a thousand places beside."
They walked on, Mr. Curtin gazing at river, hills, and mountains, and quiet valley floor. "I have known of his doing some splendid things in life—simple and splendid—the kind that steals into folk, and they do likewise!"
"Yes, I should think that."
"What is that house?"
"In old times it is the overseer's house. Now the young farmer who helps him lives there."
"'In old times it is'—that's an unusual phrase."
"I mean that to me, for reasons, it stays that way and is."