She knew his way of pretending to follow her like a dog; she knew that if she displayed any interest in him, even showed that she was aware of his presence, he would probably come no further.

She went on at the same brisk pace till she came to the gate in the East wood.

She went through it, shut it gently, paused, and again looked back.

All of the path through the shrubbery that she could see was empty.

She turned and walked briskly along the narrow path through the wood, and came into the long, turf-paved aisle which ran at right angles to it.
The middle of the aisle was deeply rutted by the wheels of the carts which had carried away the timber from the spring thinning of the wood.
She turned to the left and sauntered slowly up the smooth turf along the side of the aisle, a brighter light of expectation in her eyes, her smile even more mysterious and alluring.
She had not gone fifty yards up the aisle when Colonel Grey came limping out of the entrance of a path on the other side of it, and quickened his pace as he crossed it.
She stood still, flushing faintly, gazing at him with her lips parted a little.