Now and then a few heavily-matted, fatigued-looking sheep, hustled by able-bodied lambs, got in the way.

The postman, horn on shoulder, passed them on his way to Priesthope with the papers.
Once a man on a horse cantered past across the grass at some distance.
Magdalen recognised Wentworth on Conrad.

She saw him turn into the bridle path that led to Priesthope.

He had then just returned from London.
"He is on his way to see Fay," said Magdalen to herself, "and he is actually in a hurry.

How interested he must be in the ardour of his own emotions at this moment.