I believe she did." Rachel put on her hat and took up her gloves.

"If this is really I, and that is really he, I had better go down and get it over," she said to herself.
Mr.Tristram had given her half an hour.

She appeared in the low stone doorway before the first five minutes of the allotted time had elapsed, and he gave a genuine start of surprise as he heard her step on the gravel.

His respect for her fell somewhat at this alacrity.
"I have been waiting in the hope of seeing you," he said, after a moment's hesitation.

"I am anxious to have a serious conversation with you." "Certainly," she said.
They walked along the terrace, and presently found themselves in the little coppice adjoining it.