text:  If she were not in her chamber he argued where could she be? Perhaps with her father: and her father was dictating a despatch to that Mark Maywood who served him sometimes as secretary; and Mildred was gazing on him with pleasure; and he was raising his eyes from time to time to hers--or perhaps she was in the other gardens or alleys about the house and that Maywood was following her at a distance not unobserved; or perhaps she passed close by him and he muttered words of admiration or even of love and she then listened with complacency; or perhaps the handsome young recruit whispered in her ear to ask her when he could see her pretty face again; and she smiled on him and said that when his watch should be beneath her window she would come