She could only stare at him--entirely taken aback by this meeting.
And indeed it was a strangely different meeting from the last time she had seen him, at the Grantham; strangely different from those earlier meetings down at the Duchess's when both had been grubs as yet unmetamorphosized.

Now standing in the arbor they looked a pair of weekend guests, in keeping with the place.

For, as Maggie had noted, Larry in his well-cut flannels was as greatly transformed as Hunt.
It was Larry who ended the silence.

"Shall we sit down ?" She mechanically sank to the bench, still staring at him.
"What are you doing here ?" she managed to breathe.
"I belong here." "Belong here ?" "I work here," he explained.

"I'm called 'Mr.Brandon,' but Miss Sherwood knows exactly who I am and what I've been." "How long have you been here ?" "Since that night when Barney and Old Jimmie took you away to begin your new career--the same night that I ran away from those gunmen who thought I was a squealer, and from Casey and Gavegan." "And all the while that Barney and my father and the police have thought you hiding some place in the West, you've been with the Sherwoods ?" "Yes.