In the midst of this interview the maid rushed in to say that the master had come home, on which the wife, knowing that he would come straight down to the cottage, hurried the inmates out at the
back door, into the grove of fir-trees, probably, which was mentioned as standing near.
There being still no answer, I went out at the
door, irresolute what to do.
After holding her to his breast with a passionate cry, he took up his bundle and darted out at the door, with an arm across his eyes.
There being none left, he hurriedly caught up the empty bottle, and ran out at the door.