It might not even now be too late to overtake him, so I set off at once in the direction of Merripit House.
I hurried along the road at the top of my speed without seeing anything of Sir Henry, until I came to the point where the moor path branches off.

There, fearing that perhaps I had come in the wrong direction after all, I mounted a hill from which I could command a view--the same hill which is cut into the dark quarry.
Thence I saw him at once.

He was on the moor path, about a quarter of a mile off, and a lady was by his side who could only be Miss Stapleton.

It was clear that there was already an understanding between them and that they had met by appointment.
They were walking slowly along in deep conversation, and I saw her making quick little movements of her hands as if she were very earnest in what she was saying, while he listened intently, and once or twice shook his head in strong dissent.

I stood among the rocks watching them, very much puzzled as to what I should do next.