All these assumed a fresh meaning in her mind, delivered now from its unwarranted preconceptions.
Therefore she lingered there in the garden, awaiting his return that she might make amends; that she might set a term to all misunderstanding.
In impatience she awaited him.

Yet her patience, it seemed, was to be tested further.

For when at last he came, it was in company--unusually close and intimate company--with her uncle.

In vexation she realized that explanations must be postponed.

Could she have guessed the extent of that postponement, vexation would have been changed into despair.
He passed, with his companion, from that fragrant garden into the courtyard of the fort.