It was growing increasingly difficult to evade him.

She had never liked the man, but Fate or his own contrivance was continually throwing him in her way.

If she hunted, he invariably rode home with her.

If she remained away, he invariably came upon her somehow, and wanted to know wherefore.
She strongly suspected that her step-mother was in league with him, though she had no direct proof of this.

Preston was being constantly asked to the house, and whenever they went out to dine they almost invariably met him.