If she cared for him, she would have come to her senses by that time, and be more able to judge whether they really must remain apart or not.
But early in the morning, when he woke, and remembered that it was the last time he would wake in her neighbourhood, he was seized with an unconquerable longing to see her again, however fruitlessly.

He stole out softly, and walked to the Cottage.

He knew that Lucia often worked among her flowers early, and guessed that that morning she would not be likely to sleep.

He looked eagerly into the garden.

She was not there, but he caught the flutter of her dress on the verandah; and thus encouraged, he walked to the door boldly and knocked; but Lucia had seen him also.