“He shut himself in his room, and tried to read, but his eye glanced over the page without understanding a word, and he threw away the book, and for the second time sat down to sketch his plan, the ladders and the fence.
At length the hour drew near. Never did a man deeply in love allow the clocks to go on peacefully.
Morrel tormented his so effectually that they struck eight at half-past six. He then said, «It is time to start; the signature was indeed fixed to take place at nine o'clock, but perhaps Valentine will not wait for that.»”