But Magdalen was reckless enough for anything--and Magdalen might have gone there.

As the idea occurred to her, Norah entered the shrubbery.
At the second turning, where the path among the trees wound away out of sight of the house, she came suddenly face to face with Magdalen and Frank: they were sauntering toward her, arm in arm, their heads close together, their conversation apparently proceeding in whispers.

They looked suspiciously handsome and happy.

At the sight of Norah both started, and both stopped.

Frank confusedly raised his hat, and turned back in the direction of his father's cottage.