They walked on together, and he told her about his journey, and the life he had been living since they last met. But soon there befell a pause. Lucy found it disconcerting. "I'm going up to Greystones to spend the day with great-granny," she said. "Barbara and Peter have both gone to the Shepherds' Meet in Girdlestone Pass. You remember it, don't you?" "Peter and I have wrestled there many a time," he replied. "I think I'll go and look him up for the sake of old times." They walked on in silence. Lucy wished that Joel would talk more. She half wished he would treat the love they had once had for each other as a forgotten dream. But, stealing a glance at him, she became aware of his rising emotion; she seemed to hear it like the filling of a well with water. It frightened her. She hurried her steps. She wanted to be out of the forest, and away from scenes that wakened sleeping memories. She knew that his eyes were upon her now, and she wondered, with that attention to trifles which the mind sometimes affects in times of great stress, whether or not he liked the new way that she dressed her hair. "You came very early this morning," she said. "You must be tired." "How do you know I came early? Were you watching for me?" "Of course. It's natural I should want to see you again--such old friends as we are." He laughed, glanced up and down the road, and seeing no one, took her hand. "It's pleasant to meet again after so many years. I came home to see you." "That was foolishness, Joel," she replied kindly. "Perhaps! Through folly we get wisdom! Ah, here we are near our trysting-place. Come and look at it, Lucy, for old time's sake." They were passing the little track, almost effaced now by ferns and moss, which led to the dell, where they had spent so many joyous hours. He took her arm, and with a movement that was more of will than muscle, drew her in that direction. His face and eyes were waking with the old love. He had wondered if it would stir again when he saw her. Now he knew that the intervening years had only fallen like dead leaves upon it; that underneath, it lay green and ready to burst into leaf, when they should be swept away. The knowledge that she was Peter's wife angered him, but did not make him pause to restrain his feelings.