As she stood, a man issued from the adjoining road and walked straight towards the entrance of the garden.

Her eyes followed him, and, though for a moment she did not believe their evidence, they told her that Egremont had passed so near to her that a whisper would have drawn his attention.
She was in the shade of thick trees; perhaps that circumstance, and the dark colour of her dress, accounted for his not observing her.

He was walking quickly, too, and was looking fixedly at the house.
She followed.

Had her voice been at her command, in that instant of recognition she would have called to him.

But all her powers seemed to desert her, and she was rather borne onwards than advanced by any effort of her own.
He had passed through the gate when she reached the end of the garden wall.