A narrow path slanted down across the slope of the park to the nurseries--a sheltered corner in which the Bayfield gardener grew his more delicate evergreens--and here a small wicket-gate opened on the high road.
The gate stood many feet above the road, which descended the hill between steep hedges.

She heard M.Raoul's footstep as she reached it, and, peering over, saw him before he caught sight of her; indeed, he had almost passed with-out when she hailed him.
"Holloa!" He swung almost rightabout and smiled up pleasantly.

"Is it highway robbery?
If so, I surrender." Polly laughed, showing a fine set of teeth.
"I'm 'most out of breath," she answered.

"You've left your book behind, and my mistress sent it after you with her compliments." She held it above the gate.
He sprang up the bank towards her.

"And a pretty book, too, to be found in your hands! You haven't been reading it, I hope." "La, no! Is it wicked ?" "Much depends on where you happen to open it.