Morris started. "Then I needn't come walking round the square to gaze at it."
"That's as you please. But Catherine's is behind; two noble windows on the second floor. I think you can see them from the other street."
"I don't want to see them, ma'am!" And Morris turned his back to the house.
"I will tell her you have been here, at any rate," said Mrs. Penniman, pointing to the spot where they stood; "and I will give her your message—that she is to hold fast!"
"Oh, yes! of course. You know I write her all that."
"It seems to say more when it is spoken! And remember, if you need me, that I am there;" and Mrs. Penniman glanced at the third floor.
On this they separated, and Morris, left to himself, stood looking at the house a moment; after which he turned away, and took a gloomy walk round the Square, on the opposite side, close to the wooden fence. Then he came back, and paused for a minute in front of Dr. Sloper's dwelling. His eyes travelled over it; they even rested on the ruddy windows of Mrs. Penniman's apartment. He thought it a devilish comfortable house.
