Was she sorry for him, poor wretch!--and was that all?
They walked on, arm-in-arm, in silence.
Crossing the last field, they entered again on the high road leading to the row of villas in which Miss Pink lived.

The minds of both were preoccupied.

Neither of them noticed a gentleman approaching on horseback, followed by a mounted groom.

He was advancing slowly, at the walking-pace of his horse, and he only observed the two foot-passengers when he was close to them.
"Miss Isabel!" She started, looked up, and discovered--Alfred Hardyman.
He was dressed in a perfectly-made travelling suit of light brown, with a peaked felt hat of a darker shade of the same color, which, in a picturesque sense, greatly improved his personal appearance.

His pleasure at discovering Isabel gave the animation to his features which they wanted on ordinary occasions.