She could not bear to speak to anybody about it at present, not even to Lizzie.

No, she must be alone.

She ran quickly downstairs, and, before Lizzie had time to find her, dived under the laurels of the shrubbery and made her way first down the garden and then to the very bottom of the paddock that adjoined the high road.
There was a little copse here, of trees and low bushes, which sheltered her from all observation.

Nobody was likely to come and disturb her, for the girls preferred the glade, and seldom troubled to enter the paddock.
She flung herself down on the grass and tried to face the matter calmly.
She had begged Rona to confess, and Rona in return had accused her of taking the pendant.

This was turning the tables with a vengeance.