“I am afraid not. I will try.”
“What can you see?”
“The sloping common.”
“What upon it?”
“Purple heather and some grass.”
“Nothing more—no man or human being of any kind?”
“Nobody.”
“Now try to get higher in this way. You see that tuft of sea-pink above you. Get that well into your hand, but don’t trust to it entirely. Then step upon my shoulder, and I think you will reach the top.”
With trembling limbs she did exactly as he told her. The preternatural quiet and solemnity of his manner overspread upon herself, and gave her a courage not her own. She made a spring from the top of his shoulder, and was up.
Then she turned to look at him.