tramp over three fields and along two hundred yards of road—­never further.  There stood Foster’s cottage.  She would help her mother to give their tea to the younger children, wash up the crockery, kiss the little ones, and go back to the farm.  That was all.  All the rest, all the change, all the relaxation.  She never seemed to wish for anything more.  And then she fell in love.  She fell in love silently, obstinately—­perhaps helplessly.  It came slowly, but when it came it worked like a powerful spell; it was love as the Ancients understood it:  an irresistible and fateful impulse—­a possession!  Yes, it was in her to become haunted and possessed by a face, by a presence, fatally, as though she had been a pagan worshipper of form under a joyous sky—­and to be awakened at last from that mysterious forgetfulness of self, from that enchantment, from that transport, by a fear resembling the unaccountable terror of a brute. . . .”

With the sun hanging low on its western limit, the expanse of the grass-lands framed in the counter-scarps of the rising ground took on a gorgeous and sombre aspect.  A sense of penetrating sadness, like that inspired by a grave strain of music, disengaged itself from the silence of the fields.  The men we met walked past slow, unsmiling, with downcast eyes, as if the melancholy of an over-burdened earth had weighted their feet, bowed their shoulders, borne down their glances.

“Yes,” said the doctor to my remark, “one would think the earth is under a curse, since of all her children these that cling to her the closest are uncouth in body and as leaden of gait as if their very hearts were loaded with chains.  But here on this same road you might have seen amongst these heavy men a being lithe, supple, and long-limbed, straight like a pine with something striving upwards in his appearance as though the heart within him had been buoyant.  Perhaps it was only the force of the contrast, but when he was passing one of these villagers here, the soles of his feet did not seem to me to touch the dust of the road.  He vaulted over the stiles, paced these slopes with a long elastic stride that made him noticeable at a great distance, and had lustrous black eyes.  He was so different from the mankind around that, with his freedom of movement, his soft—­a little startled, glance, his olive complexion and graceful bearing, his humanity suggested to me the nature of a woodland creature.  He came from there.”

The doctor pointed with his whip, and from the summit of the descent seen over the rolling tops of the trees in a park by the side of the road, appeared the level sea far below us, like the floor of an immense edifice inlaid with bands of dark ripple, with still trails of glitter, ending in a belt of glassy water at the foot of the sky.  The light blur of smoke, from an invisible steamer, faded on the great clearness of the horizon like the mist of a breath on a mirror; and, inshore, the white sails of a coaster, with the appearance of disentangling themselves slowly from under the branches, floated clear of the foliage of the trees.