About fifty yards away a man was walking towards her to all appearance also lost in reverie.

Even at that distance and in the uncertain evening light she knew well enough that this was Anthony.

Her heart leapt at the sight of him and her cheeks seemed to catch the hue of the wild rose on her bosom.

Then she straightened her dress a little and walked on.
In less than a minute they had met.
"I heard where you had gone and came to meet you," he said awkwardly.
"How well you are looking, Barbara, how well and----" he had meant to add "beautiful," but his tongue stumbled at the word and what he said was "brown." "If I were an Indian I suppose I should thank you for the compliment, Anthony, but as it is I don't know.

But how well _you_ are looking, how well and by comparison--fat." Then they both laughed, and he explained at length how he had been able to get home two days earlier than he expected; also that he had taken his degree with even higher honours than he hoped.
"I am so glad," she said earnestly.
"And so am I; I mean glad that you are glad.