"I? But hurry. My father has a fox's ear for noises."
"He will not hear this, I think." There was a swift scuffle, very soft of movement.
"Nelly!" called a far-off voice.
"Hurry, hurry! Don't you hear?"
"You forgive me?"
"No—yes—but hurry!"
"You will remember me?"
"Mr. Donnegan!"
"Adieu!"
She caught a picture of him sitting in the window for the split part of a second, with his hat off, bowing to her. Then he was gone. And she went into the hall, panting with excitement.