Meanwhile he had done me the kindest service; for Lorna came to the window at once to see what the cause of the shout was, and drew back the curtain timidly. Then she opened the rough lattice, and then she watched the cliff and trees, and then she sighed very sadly.
"O Lorna, don't you know me?" I whispered from the side, being afraid of startling her by appearing over-suddenly.
Quick though she always was of thought, she knew me not from my whisper, and was shutting the window hastily, when I caught it back and showed myself.
"John!" she cried, yet with sense enough not to speak aloud; "oh, you must be mad, John!"
"As mad as a March hare," said I, "without any news of my darling. You knew I would come--of course you did."
A WEDDING AND A REVENGE
From 'Lorna Doone'