she was
tempted,
by the
pleasantness
of the
morning,
to stop at
the gates
and look
into the
park. The
five weeks
which she
had now
passed in
Kent had
made a
great
difference
in the
country,
and every
day was
adding to
the
verdure of
the early
trees. She
was on the
point of
continuing
her walk,
when she
caught a
glimpse of
a
gentleman
within the
sort of
grove
which
edged the
park; he
was moving
that way;
and,
fearful of
its being
Mr. Darcy,
she was
