I know she wept very much, for I heard her; and her eyes will be red afterwards, and no wonder, poor dear, though she is no doubt happy.

I can imagine what she is telling him while I write this--her fears lest anything should have happened to prevent his coming after all--gentle, smiling reproaches for his long delay; and things of that sort.

His two portmanteaus are at this moment crossing the landing on the way to his room.

I wonder if I ought to go down.
A little later .-- I have seen him! It was not at all in the way that I intended to encounter him, and I am vexed.

Just after his portmanteaus were brought up I went out from my room to descend, when, at the moment of stepping towards the first stair, my eyes were caught by an object in the hall below, and I paused for an instant, till I saw that it was a bundle of canvas and sticks, composing a sketching tent and easel.