'That young termagant would defy the world for her lover.' He sat in the summer silence for nearly half-an-hour, and still there was no sign of Lady Lesbia.

Her satin-lined workbasket, with the work thrown carelessly across it, was still on the rustic table, just as she had left it when they went to the pine wood.

Waiting was weary work when the bliss of a lifetime trembled in the balance; and yet he did not want to be impatient.

She might find it difficult to get away from her family, perhaps.

She was closely watched and guarded, as the most precious thing at Fellside.
At last the clock struck five, and Hammond could endure delay no longer.
He went round by the flower garden to the terrace before the drawing-room windows, and through an open window to the drawing-room.
Lady Maulevrier was in her accustomed seat, with her own particular little table, magazines, books, newspapers at her side.