Again and again she had well nigh made up her mind to turn aside from the path she was following.

She would go only a few steps further towards the edge of the forest.

She looked out eagerly before her, standing on tip-toe on every little bit of vantage ground which the path afforded.

She would only go as far as that next bend in the path.

But the bend in the path disclosed a stile a little further on, from which surely a view of all the ground between the path she was on and the farmhouse at which Ludovico and his companion had descended, might be had.