She was standing behind the grille in the old wall as he had seen her standing on the day he had ridden to his rendezvous with Susy.

A Spanish manta was thrown over her head and shoulders, as if she had dressed hastily, and had run out to intercept him while he was still in the stable.

Her beautiful face was pale in its black-hooded recess, and there were faint circles around her lovely eyes.
"You were going without saying 'goodby'!" she said softly.
She passed her slim white hand between the grating.

Clarence leaped to the ground, caught it, and pressed it to his lips.

But he did not let it go.
"No! no!" she said, struggling to withdraw it.