text:  The fair white hand again already rested upon the hasp of the casement as if to close it when Gerald who had waited with renewed feelings of vexation the greeting of his lady-love called in a low but almost angry tone of voice "Mildred!--Mistress Mildred!" "Master Gerald Lyle is it you? Who would have thought that you were there?" said pretty Mistress Mildred again showing at the window her arch countenance the expression of which seemed to be at most wicked variance with her prim attire