Rising, he went to the window, opened it, and listened. He soon closed it. "It is only the sound of the wind rising," he remarked, "and the rivulet a little swollen, rushing down the hollow. I expected those wagons at six; it is near nine now."

He went to open the window, and listened. "It is only the wind rising, and the stream rushing. I expected those wagons at six; it is near nine now."
