See how Providence favours the daring.

When Rosamund arrived, she would find him established as a friend of the Coppingers.

He went his way exultingly.
But neither on the morrow, nor the day after, did Winifred receive any news from her sister.

Will of course kept to himself the events of his last two days in London; he did not venture to hint at any knowledge of Rosamund's movements.

A suspicion was growing in his mind that she might not have left England; in which case, was ever man's plight more ridiculous than his?
It would mean that Rosamund had deliberately misled him; but could he think her capable of that?
If it were so, and if her feelings toward him had undergone so abruptly violent a change simply because of the discovery she had made--why, then Rosamund was not Rosamund at all, and he might write himself down a most egregious ass.
Had not an inkling of some such thing whispered softly to him before now?
Had there not been moments, during the last fortnight, when he stood, as it were, face to face with himself, and felt oddly abashed by a look in his own eyes?
Before leaving his lodgings he had written on a piece of paper "Poste Restante, St.Jean de Luz, France," and had given it to Mrs.Wick, with the charge to forward immediately any letter or telegram that might arrive for him.