There was something else, but what I could not imagine.

I wanted to help the girl if I could, but how could I ask George to tell me his secrets?
I, with a secret of my own.
After pondering for some time I decided to walk up to George's boarding place and talk with him.

Nothing would come of the interview, probably, but I might as well do that as anything else.

I must do something, something besides sit in that room and see mocking faces in every corner, faces with dark eyes and scornful lips which told me that my charming and cultivated society was not necessary to their happiness.
Taylor rented the upper floor of a house a quarter of a mile from the bank.

His housekeeper answered my ring and informed me that her employer had not yet come home.
"He did not even come home for supper," she said.