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"
Yes
you
had
.
"
"
How
do
you
know
?
"
"
I
saw
you
.
"
"
Where
?
"
she
inquired
,
a
misgiving
bringing
every
muscle
of
her
lineaments
and
frame
to
a
standstill
.
"
Here
—
going
through
the
plantation
,
and
all
down
the
hill
,
"
said
Farmer
Oak
,
with
an
aspect
excessively
knowing
with
regard
to
some
matter
in
his
mind
,
as
he
gazed
at
a
remote
point
in
the
direction
named
,
and
then
turned
back
to
meet
his
colloquist
’
s
eyes
.
A
perception
caused
him
to
withdraw
his
own
eyes
from
hers
as
suddenly
as
if
he
had
been
caught
in
a
theft
.
Recollection
of
the
strange
antics
she
had
indulged
in
when
passing
through
the
trees
was
succeeded
in
the
girl
by
a
nettled
palpitation
,
and
that
by
a
hot
face
.
It
was
a
time
to
see
a
woman
redden
who
was
not
given
to
reddening
as
a
rule
;
not
a
point
in
the
milkmaid
but
was
of
the
deepest
rose
-
colour
.
From
the
Maiden
’
s
Blush
,
through
all
varieties
of
the
Provence
down
to
the
Crimson
Tuscany
,
the
countenance
of
Oak
’
s
acquaintance
quickly
graduated
;
whereupon
he
,
in
considerateness
,
turned
away
his
head
.
The
sympathetic
man
still
looked
the
other
way
,
and
wondered
when
she
would
recover
coolness
sufficient
to
justify
him
in
facing
her
again
.
He
heard
what
seemed
to
be
the
flitting
of
a
dead
leaf
upon
the
breeze
,
and
looked
.
She
had
gone
away
.
With
an
air
between
that
of
Tragedy
and
Comedy
Gabriel
returned
to
his
work
.
Five
mornings
and
evenings
passed
.
The
young
woman
came
regularly
to
milk
the
healthy
cow
or
to
attend
to
the
sick
one
,
but
never
allowed
her
vision
to
stray
in
the
direction
of
Oak
’
s
person
.
His
want
of
tact
had
deeply
offended
her
—
not
by
seeing
what
he
could
not
help
,
but
by
letting
her
know
that
he
had
seen
it
.
For
,
as
without
law
there
is
no
sin
,
without
eyes
there
is
no
indecorum
;
and
she
appeared
to
feel
that
Gabriel
’
s
espial
had
made
her
an
indecorous
woman
without
her
own
connivance
.
It
was
food
for
great
regret
with
him
;
it
was
also
a
contretemps
which
touched
into
life
a
latent
heat
he
had
experienced
in
that
direction
.
