"Although, no doubt, the little one is of my mind, still we must ask her opinion.

So you get off--I'll go back home.

If it is 'yes', you needn't return because of all the people about, and besides it would upset her too much.

But so that you mayn't be eating your heart, I'll open wide the outer shutter of the window against the wall; you can see it from the back by leaning over the hedge." And he went off.
Charles fastened his horse to a tree; he ran into the road and waited.
Half an hour passed, then he counted nineteen minutes by his watch.
Suddenly a noise was heard against the wall; the shutter had been thrown back; the hook was still swinging.
The next day by nine o'clock he was at the farm.

Emma blushed as he entered, and she gave a little forced laugh to keep herself in countenance.