On the morning following the proposal Stephen strolled out into a beech grove, some little distance from the house, which from childhood had been a favourite haunt of hers.

It was not in the immediate road to anywhere, and so there was no occasion for any of the household or the garden to go through it or near it.

She did not put on a hat, but took only a sunshade, which she used in passing over the lawn.

The grove was on the side of the house away from her own room and the breakfast-room.

When she had reached its shade she felt that at last she was alone.
The grove was a privileged place.