Donal had taken care of her and tried to help her to be less afraid of seeing people who might recognise her.

She had tilted her hat over her face and worn a veil.

She had gone home to Eaton Square--and then in the afternoon to the cottage at Mersham Wood.
They had not written letters to each other.

Robin had been afraid and they had met almost every day.

Once Lord Coombe thought himself on the track of some clue when she touched vaguely on some paper Donal had meant to send her and had perhaps forgotten in the haste and pressure of the last few hours because his orders had been so sudden.