What was he going to do?
Milena ran to the door and put her ear close to the key-hole.
She heard Uros come up to the very sill and then it seemed to her that he had sat or crouched upon the step.
Was he hurt? Was he going to stay there and watch over the house like a faithful dog?
She waited a while; not the slightest sound was heard; she could hardly keep still. At last, unable to bear it any longer:
"Uros," said she, "is that you?"
"Yes."
"And what are you doing there?"
"I was going to watch over you."
Overcome by this proof of the young man's love, Milena slowly opened the door, and taking Uros by both his hands she made him come in.