The stiff fir-branches cut sharply against the glow, but where she and Kit were the light was dim.

For all that, she stopped abruptly when a man came out of the wood and turned, as if to look up the road.

It was Osborn and she thought she knew for whom he was looking.
Grace's judgment failed her.

She pushed Kit towards the beech hedge and they stepped into a small hollow among the withered leaves.

Kit like Grace, had not had time for thought, but as Osborn, looking straight in front, went past, he felt he had done wrong.