She would not admit into her thoughts the least fear, but some unexplained, unconquerable apprehension stayed in her innermost soul.

She knew, only she refused to face the fact, that all was not well.
Of doubt as to John Derringham's intentions towards her, or his love, she had none, but there were forces she knew which were strong and could injure people, and with all her fearlessness of them, they might have been capable of causing some trouble to her lover--her lover who was ignorant of such things.
She stayed some time looking at the beautiful moonlit country, and saying her prayers to that God Who was her eternal friend, and then she got up to steal noiselessly to bed.
But as she was opening the secret door, to have one more look at the sky, after she had replaced Aphrodite in the bag, it seemed as though her lover's voice called her in anguish through the night: "Halcyone!" and again, "Halcyone! My love!" She stopped, petrified with emotion, and then rushed back onto the terrace.

But all was silence; and, wild with some mad fear, she set off hurriedly, never stopping until she came to their trysting tree.

But here there was silence also, only the nightingale throbbed from the copse, while the faint rustle of soft zephyrs disturbed the leaves.
And Jeb Hart and his comrade saw the tall white figure from their hiding-place in the low overgrown brushwood, and Gubbs crossed himself again, for whether she were living or some wraith they were never really sure.
At the moment when Halcyone opened the secret door, John Derringham was just recovering consciousness in a luxurious bed at Wendover Park, whither he had been carried when accidentally found by the keepers in their rounds about eight o'clock.

It was several days since they had visited this part of the park, and they had lit upon him by a fortunate chance.