"I must go now or they will be disagreeable and perhaps make difficulties." The old man watched her as she curtsied to him and vaulted through the window again, and on down the path, and through the hole in the paling, without once turning round.

Then he muttered to himself: "A woman thing who refrains from looking back!--Yes, I fear she has a soul." Then he returned to his pipe and his Aristotle..