She waited for a moment or two, then decided to put a bold face on it and pursue her course.

Mrs.Rickett's dinner certainly would not improve by keeping.
She pressed on therefore, and as she drew nearer, she recognized the squire's voice, raised on a note of irritation.
"Oh, don't be a fool, my good fellow! I shouldn't ask you if I didn't really want you." The answer came instantly, and though it sounded curt it had a ring of humour.

"Thank you, sir.

And I shouldn't refuse if I really wanted to come." There was a second's silence; then the squire's voice again, loud and explosive: "Confound you then! Do the other thing!" It was at this point that Juliet rounded a curve in the path and came within sight of the stile.
Green was standing facing her, and she saw his instant glance of recognition.

Mr.Fielding had his back to her, and the younger man laid a hand upon his arm and drew him aside.
Fielding turned sharply.