Not that she willingly prosecuted that search; but that the subject pursued her, simply refusing to leave her alone.

Continually it presented itself to her mind, and always with the same call for escape, the same foreboding of some danger against which she must provide.
Always, too, it seemed to hinge upon Tom Verity's visit, and something in her relation to the young man himself which she could not define.

She revolved the question now--Theresa being safely packed off to her tea-party--in shade of the ilex trees, with solemn eyes and finely serious face.
There was not anything unusual in receiving visitors at The Hard.

Men came often to see her father, and she took her share in entertaining all such comers as a matter of course.

Some she "didn't much care about," some she liked.