This was the only mention they made of him all the time they spent together.

Besides, both of them found the pavilion in the wood a far more delightful meeting-place than the Castle.

In the pavilion they felt that they were out of the world.
Grey, too anxious and restless to await her at the pavilion, had come down the wood and into the end of the path through the shrubbery.

It startled her to come upon him so suddenly.

But when they came out of the shrubbery into the moonlit aisle of the wood, the fearfulness and anxiety and restlessness had vanished utterly from their faces; both of them were smiling.
They walked slowly, saying little, touching now and again as they swayed in their walk along the turf.