Nevertheless, he kept the appointment, and at the stated time was at the south wall of the convent, over which the gnarled boughs of the distinguishing pear-tree hung.

Hard by in the wall was a grated wicket door that seemed unused.
Would she appear among the boughs or on the edge of the wall?
Either would be like the old Susy.

But to his surprise he heard the sound of the key turning in the lock.

The grated door suddenly swung on its hinges, and Susy slipped out.

Grasping his hand, she said, "Let's run, Clarence," and before he could reply she started off with him at a rapid pace.