The maid is very plain as to that....

Oh! we must let her have her way." "Where is she gone ?" She nodded with her head to the window.

He went to it and looked out.
* * * * * It was the little walled garden on which he looked, in which, if he had but known it, the lad whom he liked had kissed the maid whom he loved; and there walked the maid, at this moment with her back to him, going up the central path that was bordered with box.

The February sun shone on her as she went, on her hooded head, her dark cloak and her blue dress beneath.

He watched her go up, and drew back a little as she turned, so that she might not see him watching; and as she came down again he saw that she held a string of beads in her fingers and was making her devotions.