Once more Frank glanced at the girl; she had lowered her arm from the manger and now sat looking at him, it seemed, with a curious intentness and expectancy.
There was nothing to be said.

Frank bowed a little, almost apologetically, and went out.
Now that was absolutely all that happened.

Frank says so expressly in his diary.

He did not speak to them, nor they to him; nor was any explanation given on either side.

He went out across the yard in silence, seeing nothing of the farmer, but hearing a piano begin to play beyond the brightly lighted windows, of which he could catch a glimpse over the low wall separating the yard from the garden.