Emily Hood had just reached the garden; he saw her enter and begin to pace about the walks, waiting for Jessie's arrival.

Dagworthy of a sudden put the glass aside, took his hat, and hastened away from the mill.

He walked along the edge of the cattle-market, till he came into the road by which Jessie must approach the garden; he saw her coming, and went on at a brisk pace towards her.
The girl was not hurrying, though she would be late; these lessons were beginning to tax her rather too seriously; Emily was so exacting.
Already she had made a change in the arrangements, whereby she saved herself the walk to Banbrigg; in the garden, too, it was much easier to find excuses for trifling away time than when she was face to face with Emily at a table.

So she came along the road at a very moderate pace, and, on seeing who it was that neared her, put on her pleasantest smile, doubly glad of the meeting; it was always something to try her devices on Richard Dagworthy, and at present the chat would make a delay for which she could urge reasonable excuse.
'The very person I wanted to meet!' Dagworthy exclaimed.

'You've saved me a run all the way up to your house.