No words could have been sweeter.

She was glad that the note was so short, because there was nothing in it to mar her pleasure.

Yes, she would be there at eight.

She was quite determined that she would not keep him waiting.
At half-past seven she was on the bridge.

There could be no reason, she thought, why she should not walk across it to the other side and then retrace her steps, though in doing so she was forced, by the rule of the road upon the bridge, to pass to the Old Town by the right-hand pathway in going, while he must come to her by the opposite side.