When they had all gone Nora went out to the door alone . The wind had died down and the shore , gemmed with its twinkling lights , was very still , for it was too late an hour for Racicot folk to be abroad in the mackerel season . The moon was rising and the harbour was a tossing expanse of silver waves . The mellow light fell on a tall figure lurking at the angle of the road that led past the Shelley cottage . Nora saw and recognized it . She flew down the sandy slope with outstretched hands . `` Rob -- Rob ! '' `` Nora ! '' he said huskily , holding out his hand . But she flung herself on his breast and clung to him , half laughing , half crying . `` Oh , Rob ! I 've been looking for you all the evening . Every time there was a step I said to myself , ` That is Rob , now . ' And when the door opened to let in another , my heart died within me . I dared not even ask after you for fear of what they might tell me . Why did n't you come ? '' `` I did n't know that I 'd be welcome , '' he whispered , holding her closer to him . `` I 've been hanging about thinking to get a glimpse of you unbeknown . I thought maybe you would n't want to see me tonight . '' `` Not want to see you !
Oh , Rob , this evening at Dalveigh , when I looked across to Racicot , it was you I XXXXX of before all -- even before Mother . ''
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