She did not start.

It seemed to her part of the dream in which she was.

Her hand went to her heart, however.
Again in Orlando's voice came the word "Louise," a little louder now.
She turned towards the tree, and there beside it stood Orlando.
For an instant there was a sense of unreality, of ghostliness, and then she gave a little cry of pain and joy.

As she ran towards him, with sudden impulse, his arms spread out and he caught her to his breast.
His lips swept her hair.

"Louise! Louise!" he whispered passionately.
For an instant they stood so, and then he gently pressed her away from him.
"I had to come," he said.