Her heart rose in her throat.

She abjured all such fastidiousness now.

Nor did she forget the last occasion on which she had beheld him in that town, making cider in the court-yard of the Earl of Wessex Hotel, while she was figuring as a fine lady in the balcony above.
Grace directed the man to set her down there in the midst, and immediately went up to her lover.

Giles had not before observed her, and his eyes now suppressedly looked his pleasure, without the embarrassment that had formerly marked him at such meetings.
When a few words had been spoken, she said, archly, "I have nothing to do.

Perhaps you are deeply engaged ?" "I?
Not a bit.