Mr.
Francis Clare had gone away on a former occasion (she remarked), and had come back.

He might come back again, and sooner than they any of them thought for.

She said no more on the subject than this: she made no reference to what had taken place in the shrubbery.

Her unconquerable reserve seemed to have strengthened its hold on her since the outburst of the morning.

She met Magdalen, later in the day, as if nothing had happened: no formal reconciliation took place between them.