'You are here, are you!' said Heriot, speaking to the ladder: 'you 'll do me a service--the last I shall want in the neighbourhood.' He managed to poise the ladder on his shoulder, and moved forward.
'Are we going in through the window ?' I asked, seeing him fix the ladder against the school-house wall.
He said, 'Hush; keep a look-out.' I saw him mount high.

When he tapped at the window I remembered it was Julia's; I heard her cry out inside.

The window rose slowly.

Heriot spoke: 'I have come to say good-bye to you, Julia, dear girl: don't be afraid of me.' She answered inaudibly to my ears.

He begged her to come to him at once, only once, and hear him and take his hand.