This was as near as I dared approach Carmel's windows.

I feared some watchful police spy.

Perhaps I feared my own hardly-to-be-restrained longings.
Mr.Fulton's house and extensive grounds lay between this street and the dismal walls beyond the huge sycamore which lifted itself like a beacon above the Cumberland estate.

But I allowed myself the doubtful pleasure of traversing this course, and this course only, and if I obtained one glimpse through bush and tree of the spot whither all my thoughts ran continuously, I went home satisfied.
This was before Carmel left with her nurse for Lakewood.

After that event, I turned my head no more, in taking my midnight stroll.