He listened without emotion to the conventional regrets of the mourners, agreeing mechanically with their empty remarks on his great loss, a mocking devil in his brain.
The day after the funeral the Silver Shoe returned to business, and Jonah spent the morning in the shop, too nervous to sit idle.

He had spent a sleepless night debating whether he should go to Clara or wait till she came to him of her own accord.

The shop was alive with customers, drawn by the red-letter sale, but there was no sign of the one woman above all he desired to see.

Suddenly he decided, with a certainty that astonished him, that she would come in the afternoon.
After dinner he stayed in the sitting-room, fidgeting with impatience.
He looked for something to do, and remembered that he had still to clear up the mystery of Ada's drunken bout.

All the shop-hands had denied lending her money, and the mystery was increased by his finding no bottle in the usual hiding places.