There was a
glorious June sky; there were country roads scented with flower and
tree; the wide-gleaming common with its furze and bramble; then the
great park, with felled trunks to rest upon, and prospects of
endlessly-varied green to soothe the eye. The girls exhibited their
pleasure each in her own way. Sally threw off restraint, and sprang
about in free happiness, like one of the young roes, the sight of
which made her utter cries like a delighted child. She remembered
scenes of home, and chattered in her dialect of people and places
strange enough to both her companions. She was in constant
expectation of catching a glimpse of the sea; in spite of all
warnings it was a great surprise and disappointment to her that
Richmond Hill did not end in cliffs and breakers. Ida talked less,
but every now and then laughed in her deep enjoyment. She had no
reminiscence of country life it was enough that all about her was
new and fresh and pure; nothing to remind her of Regent Street and
the Strand. Waymark talked of he knew not what, cheerful things that
came by chance to his tongue, trifling stories, descriptions of
places, ideal plans for spending of ideal holidays; but nothing of
London, nothing of what at other times his thoughts most ran upon.
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