Her dress told him her position; the greater was his wonder at the features, which seemed to him of faultless delicacy--more than that, of beauty which appealed to him as never beauty had yet.

Thyrza stood in alarm; the murmur had died instantly upon her lips, and for a moment she met his gaze with directness.

Then her eyes fell; her cheeks recovered with interest the blood which they had lost.

She turned to retreat.
But Egremont stepped rapidly forward, saying the first words that came to him.
'Pray don't let me be in your way! I'm this moment going--this moment.' From her singing, he concluded that she was accustomed to be here.
Thyrza again met his look.

She guessed who this must be.