Bring me coffee here; make haste." Coffee was brought, and he went out as soon as he had taken it, following the road to the Rectory.

It was a calm, still night, the moon tolerably bright; not a breath of wind stirred the air, warm and oppressive for October; not by any means the sort of night doctors covet when fever is in the atmosphere.
He turned in at the Rectory-gates, and was crossing to the house, when a rustling of leaves in a shrubbery path caused him to look over the dwarf laurels, and there stood Anne.

He was at her side in an instant.

She had nothing on her head, as though she had just come forth from the rooms for a breath of air.

As indeed was the case.
"My darling!" "I heard you had come," she whispered, as he held both her hands in his, and her heart bounded with an exquisite flutter of delight.
"How did you hear that ?" he said, placing her hand within his arm, that he might pace the walk with her.
"Papa heard it.