The girl was on her knees, her legs crooked under her and her hands clasped on her lap. By her side, fallen to the ground, were her hat and some sort of paper parcel. She lifted her head and saw him there; but remained motionless, just staring at him without a sign. Wolf tightened his long overcoat round his knees and forced his way straight through the thick brambles. A couple of minutes later he was kneeling by her side on the grass, hugging her tear-stained face against his ribs and stroking her hair with his hands. “I’ve had a hunt for you⁠ ⁠… a hunt for you!” he panted. “What did you come to this damned place for? Well! I’ve got you now, anyway. I don’t know what I should have done if I hadn’t found you. But I’ve hunted you down⁠ ⁠… like a hare, my dear⁠ ⁠… just like a hare!”

“I’m⁠ ⁠… a⁠ ⁠… little⁠ ⁠… fool!” she gasped faintly. “I’ll be all right in a minute. I ought⁠ ⁠… to have⁠ ⁠… known better than⁠ ⁠… to have come here! The boys were kind⁠ ⁠… but, of course, they wanted⁠ ⁠… to enjoy themselves. I was a burden on them⁠ ⁠… and then I felt⁠ ⁠… I felt I couldn’t⁠ ⁠… bear it!”