urt her; it was only a touch, which she had obeyed. But there was
something in his face that she wished not to see. That was the way he
had looked at her the other day in the churchyard; only at present
it was worse. He said nothing at first; she only felt him close to
her--beside her on the bench and pressingly turned to her. It almost
seemed to her that no one had ever been so close to her as that.
All this, however, took but an instant, at the end of which she had
disengaged her wrist, turning her eyes upon her visitant. "You've
frightened me," she said.

"I didn't mean to," he answered, "but if I did a little, no matter.
I came from London a while ago by the train, but I couldn't come here
directly. There was a man at the station who got ahead of me. He took
a fly that was there, and I heard him give the order to drive here. I
don't know who he was, but I didn't want to come with him; I wanted to
see you alone. So I've been waiting and walking about. I've walked all
over, and I was just coming to the house when I saw you here. There was
a keeper, or someone, who met me; but that was all right, because I
had made his acquaintance when I came here with your cousin. Is that
gentleman gone? Are you really alone? I want to speak to you." Goodwood
spoke very fast; he was as excited as when they had parted in Rome.
Isabel had hoped that condition would subside; and she shrank into
herself as she perceived that, on the contrary, he had only let out
sail. She had a new sensation; he had never produced it before; it was
a feeling of danger. There was indeed something really formidable in his
resolution. She gazed straight before her; he, with a hand on each knee,
leaned forward, looking deeply into her face. The twilight seemed
to darken round them. "I want to speak to you," he repeated; "I've
something particular to say. I don't want to trouble you--as I did
the other day in Rome. That was of no use; it only distressed you. I
couldn't help it; I knew I was wrong. But I'm not wrong now; please
don't think I am," he went on with his hard, deep voice melting a moment
into entreaty. "I came here to-day for a purpose. It's very different.
It was vain for me to speak to you then; but now I can help you."

She couldn't have told you whether it was because she was afraid, or
because such a voice in the darkness seemed of necessity a boon; but she
listened to him as she had never listened before; his words dropped deep
into her soul