On the right the grass was above knee high and bowed to those that passed. The sun was exactly vertical; the chaffinches said ‘Pink! Pink!’; the young woman had an agreeable back.
This, Tietjens thought, is England! A man and a maid walk through Kentish grass-fields: the grass ripe for the scythe. The man honourable, clean, upright; the maid virtuous, clean, vigorous: he of good birth; she of birth quite as good; each filled with a too good breakfast that each could yet capably digest.