They went on together.
The adventure, and the emotions consequent upon the reunion which that event had forced on, combined to render Grace oblivious of the direction of their desultory ramble, till she noticed they were in an encircled glade in the densest part of the wood, whereon the moon, that had imperceptibly added its rays to the scene, shone almost vertically.
It was an exceptionally soft, balmy evening for the time of year, which was just that transient period in the May month when beech-trees have suddenly unfolded large limp young leaves of the softness of butterflies' wings.

Boughs bearing such leaves hung low around, and completely enclosed them, so that it was as if they were in a great green vase, which had moss for its bottom and leaf sides.
The clouds having been packed in the west that evening so as to retain the departing glare a long while, the hour had seemed much earlier than it was.

But suddenly the question of time occurred to her.
"I must go back," she said; and without further delay they set their faces towards Hintock.

As they walked he examined his watch by the aid of the now strong moonlight.
"By the gods, I think I have lost my train!" said Fitzpiers.
"Dear me--whereabouts are we ?" said she.
"Two miles in the direction of Sherton." "Then do you hasten on, Edgar.

I am not in the least afraid.