we have parted. This will be a blow to him, I am much afraid!”
She hurried on, without resting, and hurried on until they had passed under the gatehouse into the street; once there, she asked:
“Has he followed us? You can look without seeming to. Is he behind?”
“No. Yes, he is! He has just passed out under the gateway. The dear sympathetic old fellow likes to keep us in sight. I am afraid he will be bitterly disappointed!”
She pulled hurriedly at the handle of the hoarse old bell, and the gate soon opened. Before going in, she gave him one last wide wondering look, as if she would have asked him with imploring emphasis: “O! don’t you understand?” And out of that look he vanished from her view.