She is the shadow of her former self, and she was dreadfully agitated upon hearing it; but she answered, firmly, 'I will see her, and at once.

I will meet her to-night.' I asked where, and then, for the first time, she was at a loss." "The Beech Walk," suggested the artist.
"The Beech Walk is watched.

Sir Everard's spies are on the lookout.
No--I know a better place.

The young plantation slopes down to the very water's edge; the shrubbery is thick and dense, the spot gloomy; no one ever goes there.

You can come by water and fetch her in the boat.