And that resistance had been more exciting even than the docility of the first phase.

It had ended in his proposal, the snatched kiss, and a breach.
And now, she had little idea of what would happen; and would say to herself, recklessly, that she did not care.

Only she must see him--must go on exploring him.

And as for allowing her intimacy with him to develop in any ordinary way--under the eyes of the Hoopers--or of Oxford--it was not to be thought of.

Rather than be tamely handed over to him in a commonplace wooing, she would have broken off all connection with him; and that she had not the strength to do.
* * * * * "Here is the gate, my lady." The man produced a key from his pocket and got down to open it.
Constance passed into a green world.