He got out without being seen, and hurried around the rear of the house, out of view from the sitting-room windows, resolving on the way that in order to avert the danger of a possible following him to the sanctuary of his mother's house, he had perhaps better slip down into the orchard behind it and see if the porter apples were ripe.
But when, stooping as if beneath some invisible shield, and moving with a low glide of secrecy, he had gained the yard between the two houses, the yard where the three cherry-trees stood, he heard Fanny's high, insistent voice calling him, and knew that it was all over.

Fanny had her head thrust out of her bedroom window.

"Andrew! Andrew!" she called.
Andrew stopped.

"What is it ?" he asked, in a gruff voice.

He felt at that moment savage with her and with fate.