But he was determined that the words should be spoken very soon.
He went to the cottage next day, between three and four upon a drowsy summer afternoon, and was so fortunate as to find Marian sitting under one of the walnut-trees at the end of the garden reading a novel, with her faithful Skye terrier in attendance.

He seated himself on a low garden-chair by her side, and took the book gently from her hand.
"I have come to spoil your afternoon's amusement," he said.

"I have not many days more to spend in Lidford, you know, and I want to make the most of a short time." "The book is not particularly interesting," Miss Nowell answered, laughing.

"I'll go and tell my uncle you are here.

He is taking an afternoon nap; but I know he'll be pleased to see you." "Don't tell him just yet," said Mr.Fenton, detaining her.