When we both stood upright in the wood-path we laughed together.
"I believe I knew the place of old," he said, "when I was a little urchin.

Sure there's no place like home, after all." I had been wondering who he might be, and had fancied he was a visitor at one of the houses of the neighbourhood, perhaps at the Ardaraghs', but his speech showed me that he must belong to the county.
"My grandfather would like to thank you," I said, as we walked along the wood-path, where I was glad of his company.

Now that the shades closed in, and with the postern gate open, how could I tell that Richard Dawson might not lie in wait for me?
He had thought me a peasant girl, the wretch, and offered me money for my kisses.

The wave of resentment and disgust in my mind swelled to the full.

This gentleman who walked beside me had known me for a lady despite my print frock.