"I don't think that will be very likely," she replied, not knowing what to say.
"I think it is very likely. For myself, I hate surprises. I could not bring myself to fall in upon your track unawares. I shall go abroad, but it will not be till the late autumn, when the summer heats are gone,--and I shall endeavour to find you."
"To find me, Mr. Grey!" There was a quivering in her voice, as she spoke, which she could not prevent, though she would have given worlds to prevent it. "I do not think that will be quite fair."
"It will not be unfair, I think, if I give you notice of my approach. I will not fall upon you and your friends unawares."

"I don't think that will be very likely," she replied, not knowing what to say.
"I think it is very likely. For myself, I hate surprises. I could not bring myself to fall in your way unawares. I shall go abroad in the late autumn, when the summer heats are gone - and I shall try to find you."
"To find me, Mr. Grey!" There was a quivering in her voice, which she could not prevent. "I do not think that will be quite fair."
"It will not be unfair, I think, if I give you notice of my approach. I will not fall upon you and your friends unexpectedly."
