She heard me tell her this--and looked again at the Lodger's door--and abruptly wished me good evening.
Her polite father was shocked at this unceremonious method of dismissing the great man, who had only to say the word and stop the repairs.

"Where are your manners, Cristy ?" he asked indignantly.

Before he could say another word, I was out of the cottage.
As I passed the spring on my way home, I thought of my two appointments.
On that evening, my meeting with the daughter of the lord.

On the next morning, my meeting with the daughter of the miller.

Lady Lena at dinner; Cristel before breakfast.