"This is surely the spot.

Methinks she will not fail me.

Moonrise was the hour she named.

I will wait with what patience I may till she comes to keep the tryst." So said Cuthbert to himself as, at the close of that long and varied day, he stood at the mouth of a natural cave, half hidden by tangled undergrowth, which had been appointed months ago by Joanna the gipsy as the place where on May Day evening she would meet him, and tell him more of the matter so near to his heart.
Culverhouse and he had parted company when the former had escorted towards her home the lady of his choice, to whom his troth had been so solemnly plighted a short while before.

The young Viscount was going to make his way rapidly to London again; but Cuthbert purposed a long stay in the forest.