A week of the fortnight had gone, and Theophil remembered that Isabel would now be in the neighbourhood of certain famous woods where in his boyhood he had often wandered, and he remembered that she was to have the Monday quite free.

That Monday they should spend together in those enchanted woods.

His secular business often took him to towns thirty or forty miles away, and it was not startling for him not to return till late at night.

Thus Isabel and he should steal their one day out of all the years.
So there went a note without one word of love in it to tell Isabel that love was coming by the morning train; and so on that morning Isabel stood waiting for love at that little wayside station, and presently, with a mighty rushing sound of iron and brass, love came and stood very quietly by her side, and looked into her eyes.
They took each other's hands quietly, and left the station without a word; nor did they speak for a long while, walking blissfully side by side through a village street which was to take them to the green and lonely woods.

Soon the houses were passed, and they still walked on silent, listening to the song of their nearness.
Now, as they drank each other's presence through every feasting nerve, they knew how starved they had been.