She looked about her with a hasty fear, then resumed her walk to the upper part of the Heath.
Beaching the smooth sward, she made straight across it for Dagworthy's house.
Crossing the garden, she was just at the front door, when it was opened, and by Dagworthy himself.

His eyes fell before her.
'Will you come this way ?' he said, indistinctly.
He led into the large sitting-room where he had previously entertained Emily and her father.

As soon as he had closed the door, he took eager steps towards her.
'You have come,' he said.

'Something told me you would come this morning.

I've watched at the window for you.' The assurance of victory had softened him.