The shop was a milliner’s, beyond all question.  It was filled with articles of ladies’ wear, whose names and uses were all unknown to Bog; while outside, in the air, dangled various patterns of skirts which had just then come into fashion; and the public and obtrusive exhibition of which is one of the singularities of our rapid civilization.

Behind the counter stood one of those thin ladies who have dedicated themselves to the millinery and a single life.  At that distance, she looked to Bog like a perfectly respectable woman, with a sharp eye to business.  Farther on, toward the end of the same counter, was the angel of his heart, Patty Minford.  Her appearance, pale, and therefore more touchingly beautiful than ever, threw his senses into that sweet flutter which is the proof and mystery of love.  He repeated the vow which he had made to himself, and dreamed of fulfilling a thousand times, to save her from harm at the risk of his life.  She was folding up articles on the counter, and packing them into little boxes, and did not look toward young Van Quintem.  Bog thought this a good sign.

The young man leaned over the counter, and addressed some words to her, to which her lips moved as if in reply, while her eyes were still downcast on her work.  He then smoothed out the crumpled note which he had carried in his hand, and placed it before her.  She started in amazement, as she remarked the close imitation of her handwriting; and, having read it, shook her head with a wondering air.  Young Van Quintem’s inexpressive face assumed a look of astonishment, and he instantly walked to the door, and peered up and down the street, and opposite.  Then he nodded to Miss Minford, as if to excuse himself for a moment, and, darting out of the shop, walked rapidly to the street below, and then to the one above, passing Bog’s hiding place on that side of the street, and causing that youth to remove his eye from the keyhole for fear of detection.  When he had made this reconnoissance, and satisfied himself that there was no spy about, he returned to the shop.  In the mean time, some pantomime had been going on between Miss Minford and the shopwoman, which Bog interpreted to mean that Miss Minford appealed to her for protection, and that the shopwoman promised it.  This was followed by the retiring of the young lady through a door in the rear of the shop, and the locking of the door by her female friend, who put the key in her pocket.

Young Van Quintem came in, and was surprised not to see Patty.  The shopwoman explained, with a gesture, that she had gone up stairs, whereon he consulted his watch, and then sat down in an armchair in front of the counter, as if with the determination of waiting for her.

Bog judged, from all the circumstances, that Miss Minford would not again show herself for some time; that young Van Quintem would wait, in the hope of seeing her; and that the shopwoman could be depended on as her friend to the last.  He therefore concluded that he might safely spend time to go to the ferry house, and procure the company of old Van Quintem and Mrs. Crull, who had probably reached the rendezvous.  Watching for an opportunity when the young man’s back was turned, Bog lightly vaulted from his hiding place, and noiselessly ran down the street.