'Oh, yes, in summer especially; but the leaves are nearly gone now.'
'And in autumn—where?'
'In the woods too; but in the broad walk that leads towards the church.'
'The walk with the stately old beeches?'
'Yes.'
It was the vista she had shown him from the little terrace.
'And when do you generally go there?' he asked, in lower voice, while his hand closed over hers.
'A little before noon,' she replied, in a whispered voice.
'To-morrow, then,' said he, seeking for the eyes that now avoided his, and with a heart beating lightly he galloped along the road towards the camp.
Next day Alison sought her usual walk with a strange palpitation in her bosom, as if something was about to happen; and she had a timid fear of being seen—of being watched like one who was about to commit a crime—a great error perhaps; and yet for the life of her she could not fail to keep the appointment, for such her poor little heart told her it was.