It was a windy day, very cold and clear and bright, and we reached the camp about the middle of the day. We had sandwiches with us, and we sat down to eat them at the Northern Gate, looking out over the waste space of fell towards Scotland.
Suddenly I saw Walter. He had come up from behind somewhere, and was standing beside me.
‘Hullo,’ said George. ‘Where have you come from, Sebright?’
He said:
‘How do you do, Miss Woodruffe?’
I felt, that time, that he was looking at me, and that he was glad to see me.
He said:
‘I have waited three years for this.’
Mollie said:
‘It’s a wonderful place.’