Presently, how soon or how long afterwards I know not, I heard the casement opened softly and she peeped out and round at me.
“You are still there, Burgwan?”
“I said I would be, and I generally keep my word.”
“You are not going to stand all night?”
“No; there’s a stone here that will serve for a seat if I tire.”
She drew in her head for a moment, and I heard her move something in the cottage.
“There is a chair here and a rug. Take them;” and she put them out through the window.
“You are kindly thoughtful,” I said. But here again I seemed to cross the curious dividing line in her thoughts, for she drew her head up, and looked at me half indignantly.
“Good-night.” She spoke very stiffly, and closed the casement with sharp abruptness.
But I forgave the action for the kindness of the thought, and resumed my watch and my dreaming.