Manisty carried her books, and arranged a chair for her.

Then he looked round to see if any one was near.Yes.Two gardeners were cutting the grass in the central zone of the garden--well within call.
'My aunt, or Mrs.Burgoyne will follow you very shortly,' he said 'You do not mind being alone ?' 'Please, don't think of me!' cried Lucy.

'I am afraid I am in your way.' 'It will be all right to-morrow,' he said, following his own thoughts.

'May I ask that you will stay here for the present ?' Lucy promised, and he went.
She was left to think first, to think many times, of the constant courtesy and kindness which had now wholly driven from her mind the memory of his first manner to her; then to ponder, with a growing fascination which her own state of slight fever and the sultry heat of the day seemed to make it impossible for her to throw off, on Alice Manisty, on the incident of the night before, and on the meaning of the poor lady's state and behaviour.
She had taken Mrs.Burgoyne's word of 'mad' in a general sense, as meaning eccentricity and temper.

But surely they were gravely anxious--and everything was most strange and mysterious.