At times, when the hour sounded, they pretended not to hear, at other moments they stopped short as if to protest.

However, they could not go on for ever taking just another ten minutes, and so the time came when they were at last obliged to say good-night.

Then Miette reluctantly climbed upon the wall again.

But all was not ended yet, they would linger over their leave-taking for a good quarter of an hour.

When the girl had climbed upon the wall, she remained there with her elbows on the coping, and her feet supported by the branches of the mulberry-tree, which served her as a ladder.
Silvere, perched on the tombstone, was able to take her hands again, and renew their whispered conversation.