"I do hope I'm not going to be ill," she said. "I feel so odd, just as if I hadn't had anything to eat for days,--and yet I'm not a bit hungry either. I daresay I shan't wake up in time to get there by six." She was awake before five. She woke with a flutter of the heart. What was it? Had anything happened? Was anyone ill? Then she recognized that she was not unhappy. And she felt more than ever as though it were days since she had had anything to eat. "Oh, dear," said Betty, jumping out of bed. "I'm going out, to meet Him, and have a drawing-lesson!" She dressed quickly. It was too soon to start. Not for anything must she be first at the rendezvous, even though it were only for a drawing-lesson. That "only" pulled her up sharply. When she was dressed she dug out the diary and wrote: "This is terrible. Is it possible that I have fallen in love with him? I don't know. 'Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?' It is a most frightful tragedy to happen to one, and at my age too. What a long life of loneliness stretches in front of me! For of course he could never care for me. And if this _is_ love--well, it will be once and forever with me, I know. "That's my nature, I'm afraid. But I'm not,--I can't be. But I never felt so unlike myself. I feel a sort of calm exultation, as if something very wonderful was very near me. Dear Diary, what a comfort it is to have you to tell everything to!" It seemed to her that she must certainly be late. She had to creep down the front stairs so very slowly and softly in order that she might not awaken her step-father. She had so carefully and silently to unfasten a window and creep out, to close the window again, without noise, lest the maids should hear and come running to see why their young mistress was out of her bed at that hour. She had to go on tiptoe through the shrubbery and out through the church yard. One could climb its wall, and get into the Park that way, so as not to meet labourers on the road who would stare to see her alone so early and perhaps follow her. Once in the park she was safe. Her shoes and her skirts were wet with dew. She made haste. She did not want to keep him waiting. But she was first at the rendezvous, after all. She sat down on the carpet of pine needles. How pretty the early morning was. The sunlight was quite different from the evening sunlight, so much lighter and brighter. And the shadows were different. She tried to settle on a point of view for her sketch, the sketch he was to help her with.