Emilia sat in her old place under the dwarf pine.

Mr.Powys had brought her back to Brookfield, where she heard that Wilfrid had been seen; and now her heart was in contest with an inexplicable puzzle: "He was here, and did not come to me!" Since that night when they had walked home from Ipley Green, she had not suffered a moment of longing.

Her senses had lain as under a charm, with heart at anchor and a mind free to work.

No one could have guessed that any human spell was on the girl.

"Wherever he is, he thinks of me.