Unconsciously my wandering thoughts strayed to Mabel Colton.

It was here that I had met her on two occasions.

I had an odd feeling that I should meet her here again, that she was here now.
I had no reason for thinking such a thing, certainly the wish was not father to the thought, but at every bend in the path, as the undergrowth hid the way, I expected, as I turned the corner, to see her coming toward me.
But the path was, save for myself, untenanted.

I was almost at its end, where the pines and bushes were scattering and the field of daisies, now in full bloom, began, when I heard a slight sound at my left.

I looked in the direction of the sound and saw her.