A pressing need for solitude was upon her.

She yearned to get right away by herself.
She went to her room, however, and lay down for a while, trying to take the rest she needed; but when presently she heard the voice of Hans Schafen, his Dutch foreman, talking on the verandah, she arose with a feeling of thankfulness, donned her sun-hat, and slipped out of the bungalow.

It was hot for walking, but it was a relief to get away from the house.

She knew it was quite possible that Burke would see her go, but she believed he would be too engrossed with business for some time to follow her.

It was quite possible he would not wish to do so, but she had a feeling that this was not probable.