He looked up to find her standing before him, and he saw that she had been shedding tears.

For an instant she was powerless to direct herself; then sheer panic possessed her and she turned to escape.
Hubert started to his feet.
'Mrs.Mutimer! Adela!' The first name would not have stayed her, for her flight was as unreasoning as that of a fawn.

The second, her own name, uttered with almost desperate appeal, robbed her of the power of movement.

She turned to bay, as though an obstacle had risen in her path, and there was terror in her white face.
Hubert drew a little nearer and spoke hurriedly.
'Forgive me! I could not let you go.

You seem to have come in answer to my thought; I was wishing to see you.