But he also has his pride.

He will not force himself in where he thinks his presence unwelcome." Steinmetz rose somewhat ponderously and stood looking down at her.

He did not, however, succeed in meeting her eyes.
"Mademoiselle," he said, "I beg of you most humbly--most respectfully--to come through the garden with me toward the house, so that Paul may at least know that you are here." He moved away and stood for a moment with his back turned to her, looking toward the house.

The crisp rustle of her dress came to him as she rose to her feet.
Without looking round, he walked slowly on.

The path through the trees was narrow, two could not walk abreast.