She was walking alone and did not perceive them.
Her eyes were raised and fixed, as though on some sight in front of them.

The bitterness, the anguish, one might almost call it, of her expression, the horror in the eyes, as of one ghost-led, ghost-driven, drew an exclamation from Roger.
"There's Mrs.Verrier! Why, how ill she looks!" Daphne paused, gazed, and shrank.

She drew him aside through the trees.
"Let's go another way.

Madeleine's often strange." And with a superstitious pang she wished that Madeleine Verrier's face had not been the first to meet her in this hour of her betrothal..