She looked distrustfully at the door of communication with the new cottage, as if she expected to see it opened from the other side.
"Not now!" she said--and went on sadly with her household work.
"May I see you to-morrow ?" I asked.
"It had better not be here, sir," was the only reply she made.
I offered to meet her at any other place which she might appoint.

Cristel persisted in leaving it to me; she spoke absently, as if she was thinking all the time of something else.

I could propose no better place, at the moment, than the spring in Fordwitch Wood.

She consented to meet me there, on the next day, if seven o'clock in the morning would not be too early for me.

My German habits had accustomed me to early rising.