There was no doubt about that.

Moreover, his air was distinctly furtive--almost scared.

It was evident that the chance meeting was as undesired by him as it was surprising to her.
"I thought you had left," she said shortly, pulling up her horse with undeniable decision.
"Yes...

but I have come back--for--for more men." She knew he was lying, and he felt that she knew.
"Indeed!" she said.

"You are not a good starter." She turned her horse's head, nodded to her friend, bowed coldly to Durnovo, and trotted towards home.