Your father will get in by it, I expect, and I want him to come and see me at once at the mill.' 'All right,' Jessie exclaimed with eagerness, 'I'll go.

Just let me run and tell Emily--' Dagworthy was consulting his watch.
'You've only bare time to get to the station, walking as quickly as you can?
Which is your garden?
Let me go and tell her you are not coming.' 'Will you?
The second door round the corner there, You'll have to apologize properly--I hope you know how to.' This was Jessie's maidenly playfulness; she held out her hand, with many graces, to take leave.
'If he doesn't come,' said Dagworthy, 'will you just walk over to the mill to let me know ?' 'I don't know that I shall; I don't think it would be proper.' 'Ho, ho! I like that! But you'll have to be off, or you'll never get there in time.' She ran away, rejoicing in her escape from the lesson, Of course she looked back several times; the first glance showed her Dagworthy still gazing after her, at the second she saw that he was walking towards the garden.
He pushed open the wooden door, and passed between the hedges; the next door stood open, and he already saw Emily; she had seated herself under one of the pear trees, and was reading.

As soon as his eyes discovered her he paused; his hands clasped themselves nervously behind him.

Then he proceeded more slowly.

As soon as he stepped within the garden, Emily heard his approach, and turned her head with a smile, expectant of Jessie, At the sight of Dagworthy the smile vanished instantly, she became noticeably pale, and at length rose with a startled motion.
Dagworthy drew near to her; when close enough to hold out his hand, he could no longer keep his eyes upon her face; they fell, and his visage showed an embarrassment which, even in her confusion--her all but dread--Emily noticed as a strange thing.