Between eleven and twelve the garden-gate clicked, and she lifted her eyes to the window.

At the bottom of the garden, within the gate, stood the woman of her vision.
Rhoda seemed transfixed.
'Ah, she said she would come!' exclaimed the boy, also observing her.
'Said so--when?
How does she know us ?' 'I have seen and spoken to her.

I talked to her yesterday.' 'I told you,' said the mother, flushing indignantly, 'never to speak to anybody in that house, or go near the place.' 'I did not speak to her till she spoke to me.

And I did not go near the place.

I met her in the road.' 'What did you tell her ?' 'Nothing.