She heard him open the front door, and sprang to the window to catch a glimpse of him.

At the gate he turned and looked up to her window; his face was sorrowful.

Emily held back that he might not see her; when it was too late she could not understand this movement, and longed to wave him a good-bye.

She threw up the sash; her father did not turn again.
We follow him.

Not very long after his arrival at the mill, Dagworthy himself appeared.