Now Polly had been somewhat delayed by Jack's persecutions, and Evan declining to attend to the masked speech of her mission, which directed him to go at once down a certain lane in the neighbourhood of the park, some minutes were lost.
'Why, Mr.Harrington,' said Polly, 'it's Miss Rose: she's had leave from her Ma.

Can you stop away, when it's quite proper ?' Evan hesitated.

Before he could conquer the dark spirit, lo, Rose appeared, walking up the village street.

Polly and her adorer fell back.
Timidly, unlike herself, Rose neared him.
'I have offended you, Evan.

You would not come to me: I have come to you.' 'I am glad to be able to say good-bye to you, Rose,' was his pretty response.
Could she have touched his hand then, the blood of these lovers rushing to one channel must have made all clear.