He suspected that Mrs.Ambrose would now try to dissuade her from going.

He was annoyed by all this space and shade and beauty, and Hirst, recumbent, drooping a magazine from his wrist.
"I'm going," he repeated.

"Rachel needn't come unless she wants to." "If you go, Hewet, I wish you'd make enquiries about the prostitute," said Hirst.

"Look here," he added, "I'll walk half the way with you." Greatly to their surprise he raised himself, looked at his watch, and remarked that, as it was now half an hour since luncheon, the gastric juices had had sufficient time to secrete; he was trying a system, he explained, which involved short spells of exercise interspaced by longer intervals of rest.
"I shall be back at four," he remarked to Helen, "when I shall lie down on the sofa and relax all my muscles completely." "So you're going, Rachel ?" Helen asked.

"You won't stay with me ?" She smiled, but she might have been sad.
Was she sad, or was she really laughing?
Rachel could not tell, and she felt for the moment very uncomfortable between Helen and Terence.
Then she turned away, saying merely that she would go with Terence, on condition that he did all the talking.
A narrow border of shadow ran along the road, which was broad enough for two, but not broad enough for three.