CHAPTER XLVI.
The woods were uninteresting, and Grace stayed in-doors a great deal.
She became quite a student, reading more than she had done since her marriage But her seclusion was always broken for the periodical visit to Winterborne's grave with Marty, which was kept up with pious strictness, for the purpose of putting snow-drops, primroses, and other vernal flowers thereon as they came.
One afternoon at sunset she was standing just outside her father's garden, which, like the rest of the Hintock enclosures, abutted into the wood.

A slight foot-path led along here, forming a secret way to either of the houses by getting through its boundary hedge.

Grace was just about to adopt this mode of entry when a figure approached along the path, and held up his hand to detain her.

It was her husband.
"I am delighted," he said, coming up out of breath; and there seemed no reason to doubt his words.

"I saw you some way off--I was afraid you would go in before I could reach you." "It is a week before the time," said she, reproachfully.