His heart beat hard.

It could be none other than Auersperg, and using every possible excuse he remained in the vicinity of the hotel.
At last while he stood there he saw a face appear at an upper window, and his heart gave a great leap.

Despite the falling dusk, the strangeness of the place and the distance, the single faint glimpse was sufficient.

It was Julie.

He could not mistake that crown of wonderful golden hair in which slight coppery tints appeared, and the face, pale now.
John impulsively reached out his arms, but she could not see the young peasant who stood afar, watching her.