She watches him too long when he leaves.

Fool!" The quartet stole along in the darkness, noiselessly and secretly.
The vintner had indeed heard something.

He knew not what this noise was, but it was enough to set his heels to flying.

A phase had developed in his character that defied analysis; suspicion, suspicion of daylight, of night, of shadows moving by walls, of footsteps behind.

Only a little while ago he had walked free-hearted and careless.