There seems a chance, and the time for lunching may miss it.' 'You understand... ?' 'Everything, I fancy.' 'If she is there!' 'One break in the run will turn her back.' The sensitive invalid felt a blow in his following up the simile of the hunted hare for her friend, but it had a promise of hopefulness.

And this was all that could be done by earthly agents, under direction of spiritual, as her imagination encouraged her to believe.
She saw him start, after fortifying him with a tumbler of choice Bordeaux, thinking how Tony would have said she was like a lady arming her knight for battle.

On the back of the mare he passed her window, after lifting his hat, and he thumped at his breast-pocket, to show her where the letter housed safely.

The packet of provision bulged on his hip, absurdly and blessedly to her sight, not unlike the man, in his combination of robust serviceable qualities, as she reflected during the later hours, until the sun fell on smouldering November woods, and sensations of the frost he foretold bade her remember that he had gone forth riding like a huntsman.

His great-coat lay on a chair in the hall, and his travelling-bag was beside it.