She came out quickly looking a different person; her face flushed with anger, her tears dried.
"Anne!" she cried, imperiously, "what is the matter down below--will you see ?" I had no difficulty in doing that.

All the sounds of town life came up to us on the terrace.

Lounging there we could hear the chaffering over the wheat measures in the cloisters of the market-square, the yell of a dog, the voice of a scold, the church bell, the watchman's cry.

I had only to step to the wall to overlook it all.

On this summer afternoon the town had been for the most part very quiet.