'No doubt she's in the garden already. I've given her a key, so that if she gets there first--But what do you want me to do?' 'Why, I was going to ask you to walk to the station and meet the ten thirty-five train from Hebsworth. Your father will get in by it, I expect, and I want him to come and see me at once at the mill.' 'All right,' Jessie exclaimed with eagerness, 'I'll go. Just let me run and tell Emily--' Dagworthy was consulting his watch. 'You've only bare time to get to the station, walking as quickly as you can? Which is your garden? Let me go and tell her you are not coming.' 'Will you? The second door round the corner there, You'll have to apologize properly--I hope you know how to.' This was Jessie's maidenly playfulness; she held out her hand, with many graces, to take leave. 'If he doesn't come,' said Dagworthy, 'will you just walk over to the mill to let me know?' 'I don't know that I shall; I don't think it would be proper.' 'Ho, ho! I like that! But you'll have to be off, or you'll never get there in time.' She ran away, rejoicing in her escape from the lesson, Of course she looked back several times; the first glance showed her Dagworthy still gazing after her, at the second she saw that he was walking towards the garden. He pushed open the wooden door, and passed between the hedges; the next door stood open, and he already saw Emily; she had seated herself under one of the pear trees, and was reading. As soon as his eyes discovered her he paused; his hands clasped themselves nervously behind him. Then he proceeded more slowly. As soon as he stepped within the garden, Emily heard his approach, and turned her head with a smile, expectant of Jessie, At the sight of Dagworthy the smile vanished instantly, she became noticeably pale, and at length rose with a startled motion. Dagworthy drew near to her; when close enough to hold out his hand, he could no longer keep his eyes upon her face; they fell, and his visage showed an embarrassment which, even in her confusion--her all but dread--Emily noticed as a strange thing. She was struggling to command herself, to overcome by reason the fear which always attacked her in this man's presence. She felt it as a relief to be spared the steady gaze which, on former meetings, he had never removed from her. 'You are surprised to see me here?' he began, taking hold of the chair which Emily had risen from and swaying it backwards and forwards. Even his voice was more subdued than she had ever known it. 'I have come to apologise to you for sending Miss Cartwright to meet her father at the station. I met her by chance just out there in the road, and as I wanted a messenger very badly I took advantage of her good-nature. But she wouldn't go unless I promised to come here and explain her absence.' 'Thank you,' Emily replied, as naturally as she could. 'Will she still come back for her lesson, do you think?'