But, ere they parted, softening to a smile,
“Farewell!” said he—“I’ll think myself awhile.” 170
James and his Clara had, with many a pause
And many a doubt, infringed the Doctor’s laws;
At first with terror, and with eyes turn’d round
On every side for fear they should be found,
In the long passage, and without the gate,
They met, and talk’d of love and his estate;
Sweet little notes, and full of hope, were laid
Where they were found by the attentive maid;