But when he saw her enter the gate of Rose Cottage--she looked back twice--he recalled the description of Jennings.
"By George!" he thought, "that was Susan Grant.

I wish I had spoken to her.

I wonder why she blushed.

She can't be in love with me, as I never saw her before.

All the same, it is strange about the portrait." It was now about four o'clock, and Cuthbert fancied that after all it would be best to boldly ring at the door and ask admission, in spite of Mrs.Octagon.
But while hesitating to risk all his chances of seeing Juliet on one throw of fortune's dice, the matter was decided for him by the appearance of Juliet herself.