There she could read the will attentively, and fix her resolution before entering the house.
Trees and bushes screened her.

She neared the summerhouse, and was at the very door before she perceived that it was occupied.

There sat 'Arry and a kitchenmaid, very close to each other, chatting confidentially.
'Arry looked up, and something as near a blush as he was capable of came to his face.

The kitchen damsel followed the direction of his eyes, and was terror-stricken.
Adela hastened away.

An unspeakable loathing turned her heart.