She came to the tree-shadowed road which, as she well remembered, led to Mrs.Ormonde's house.

It tempted her on: she would like to look at the house.

A friend lived there, and her heart ached to be near someone who cared for her.
The prime need of her life was love, and love alone could restore her strength and give her courage to live.
It was nearer than she thought.

Though troubled by the consciousness that she ought not to have come so far in this direction, and that perhaps her strength would be overtaxed before she could reach home again, she went still on and on, until, reaching the point where another road joined that by which she had come, she found The Chestnuts just before her.

Beyond the house, the hill rose darkly and hid the setting sun.