As soon, therefore, as Johnsen had exchanged a few words with old Mrs.Garman, she said, without further ado, "Come, Mr.Johnsen, let us take a turn in the garden," without her mother being in the least astonished.

Rachel had grown up quite beyond her power of restraint, and if it came to the worst, thought Mrs.Garman, this unusual _penchant_ for a clergyman was not the worst one Rachel could have hit upon.
The two went down into the garden, where they walked as usual up and down the central path.

He found it rather difficult to lead the conversation in the direction he wished.

His tone was therefore somewhat doubtful, as he said, "I have thought a great deal about our last conversation; in fact, I have hardly thought of anything else since, and, with your permission, I should like to say a few more words on the same subject." "I am always glad to talk with you," answered Rachel, fixing her eyes upon him.

Rachel had the same clear blue eyes as her father, to whom, in fact, she bore considerable resemblance, even in the slight projection of her under jaw.