"In the park and at 'Norston's Rest,' down upon her knees by a window, with ivy all around it, looking in upon the sick heir like a hungry cat watching a canary."
"You saw this, Judith—saw it with your own eyes?" cried Storms, sitting upright on the bench.
"Saw it! I should think so. She was so busy trying to open the window, that I went close under the balcony and could see her face plain enough by the light that came through the glass."
"Trying to open the window—did you say that?"
"Yes, again and again. She grew desperate at last, and shook it, calling out, 'Walton! Walton!'"
"She called that name?"
"Yes, more than once. It didn't wake the young man inside though, but some one else must have heard, for the door opened and a man came into the chamber."
"What did she do then?"
"Do! Why she shrunk back and came down some stone steps that are hid away in the ivy, and was half across the flower garden before I dared to move."
"But you overtook her?"