I saw the old man going to the window to take down the bill.

Turning in a rage to stop him, I was suddenly brought to a standstill by the appearance of a person who had just entered the room.
"Was this the formidable obstacle to my tranquillity, which had prevented me from taking the rooms that I had chosen?
Yes! I knew the miller's daughter intuitively.

Delirium possessed me; my eyes devoured her; my heart beat as if it would burst out of my bosom.

The old man approached me; he nodded, and grinned, and pointed to her.

Did he claim his parental interest in her?
Did he mean that she belonged to him?
No! she belonged to me.