Madame loved shopping, even for its own sake, but shopping with
opportunities of peculation still more. She she had had her luncheon,
and was dressed for the excursion, she did precisely what I now most
desired--she proposed to take charge of my commissions and my money; and
thus entrusted, left me at liberty to keep tryst at the Chestnut Hollow.
So soon as I had seen Madame fairly off, I hurried Mary Quince, and got my
things on quickly. We left the house by the side entrance, which I knew my
uncle's windows did not command. Glad was I to feel a slight breeze, enough
to make the mill-sails revolve; and as we got further into the grounds,
and obtained a distant view of the picturesque old windmill, I felt
inexpressibly relieved on seeing that it was actually working.
We were now in the Chestnut Hollow, and I sent Mary Quince to her old point
of observation, which commanded a view of the path in the direction of the
Windmill Wood, with her former order to call 'I've found it,' as loudly as
she could, in case she should see anyone approaching.
I stopped at the point of our yesterday's meeting.
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