For this was a thought, wild enough, I admit, but which could only have come from the depths of that sort of experience which she had not had, and went far beyond a young girl's possible conception of the strongest and most veiled of human emotions.
"He was there, of course ?" I said.
"Yes, he was there." She saw him on the path directly she stepped outside the porch.

He was very still.

It was as though he had been standing there with his face to the door for hours.
Shaken up by the changing moods of passion and tenderness, he must have been ready for any extravagance of conduct.

Knowing the profound silence each night brought to that nook of the country, I could imagine them having the feeling of being the only two people on the wide earth.

A row of six or seven lofty elms just across the road opposite the cottage made the night more obscure in that little garden.