Let me hold your hand, and think, and be quite silent." "You shall hold my hand, and think, and be quite silent, my own girl! if you will tell me what's on your mind." Emilia thought it enough to look in his face, smiling.
"Has any one annoyed you ?" he cried out.
"No one." "Then receive the command of your lord, that you kiss him." "I will kiss him," said Emilia; and did so.
The salute might have appeased an imperious lord, but was not so satisfactory to an exacting lover.

He perceived, however, that, whether as lover or as lord, he must wait for her now, owing to her having waited for him: so, he sat by her, permitting his hand to be softly squeezed, and trying to get at least in the track of her ideas, while her ear was turned to the weir, and her eyes were on the glowing edges of the cedar-tree.
Finally, on one of many deep breaths, she said: "It's over.

Why were you late?
But, never mind now.

Never let it be long again when I am expecting you.

It's then I feel so much at his mercy.