She knew them instantly, almost by intuition, but they were too much occupied with each other yet to have noticed her.

One was Frederick Massingbird, and the young lady on his arm was his cousin, Sibylla West, a girl young and fascinating as was Rachel.

Mr.Frederick Massingbird had been suspected of a liking, more than ordinary, for this young lady; but he had protested in Rachel's hearing, as in that of others, that his was only cousin's love.
Some impulse prompted Rachel to glide in at a field-gate which she was then passing, and stand behind the hedge until they should have gone by.

Possibly she did not care to be seen.
It was a still night, and their voices were borne distinctly to Rachel as they slowly advanced.

The first words to reach her came from the young lady.
"You will be going out after him, Frederick.