For the moment, unreasonable as it seemed, something made him blissfully sure of her love, spite of the rebuffs and coldness she had compelled him to endure.
"This is the place, sir!" suddenly called his driver, stopping the horses in front of a stately avenue of trees, and jumping down to open the gates.
"You need not drive in; you may wait here." This, then, was her home.

He took in the exquisite beauty of the place with a keen pleasure.

It was right that all things sweet and fine should be about her; he had before known that they were, but it delighted him to see them with his own eyes.

Walking slowly towards the house,--slowly, for he was both impelled and retarded by the conflicting feelings that mastered him,--he heard her voice at a little distance, singing; and directly she came out of a by-path, and faced him.

He need not have feared the meeting; at least, any display of emotion; she gave no opportunity for any such thing.
A frankly extended hand,--an easy "Good afternoon, Mr.Surrey!" That was all.