I hope it may be tomorrow; but Thursday is the latest." So Patty took her departure, tripping briskly homeward.

As for Hilliard, he returned to his sitting-room, and was busy for some time with the pencilling of computations in English and French money.
Towards midnight, he walked as far as High Street, and looked at the windows above the music-shop.

All was dark.
He rose very early next morning, and as post-time drew near he walked about the street in agonies of suspense.

He watched the letter-carrier from house to house, followed him up, and saw him pass the number at which he felt assured that he would deliver a letter.

In frenzy of disappointment a fierce oath burst from his lips.
"That's what comes of trusting a woman!--she is going to cheat me.