She had begun already to lay deep plans for finding out if this was the case, and after that, where he was at present.

She had thought of him so much lately, and so tenderly; she had remembered so often his earnestness and her own harshness in that last interview, that she felt as if she owed him some reparation, and as if his love were far more ardent than hers, and must needs be more stable also.

The idea that she had advanced a step towards the happiness of meeting him again, added the last ingredient to her content.

She could have danced for joy.
They walked a considerable distance, and Maurice had not yet found courage for what he wanted to say.

Lucia began to think of her mother's loneliness, and proposed to return; he would have tempted her further, but a strange shyness and embarrassment seemed to have taken possession of him.