Knowing the path by which she would come to her father's cottage from the palace, he had placed himself accordingly.

He had thought he might have to wait long or come often for the perfect opportunity; but it seemed as if Fate played his game for him, and that once again the fruit he would pluck should fall into his palm.

Bright-eyed, and elated from a long talk with the Duke's Daughter, who had given her a message from the Queen, Angele had abstractedly taken the wrong path in the wood.

Leicester saw that it would lead her into the maze some distance off.

Making a detour, he met her at the moment she discovered her mistake.