Perchance she might one day even see him.

If she had knowledge of the approach of death, Wilfrid would not refuse to come and see her at the last, and with her hand in his how easy it would be to die.

She sought for means of supporting herself in London; she still had money saved from that which the sale of her father's house had brought her, but she did not wish to use more of this than she could help, keeping it for a certain cherished purpose.

After many months of fruitless endeavour, she found a place in a school in Hammersmith....
And Wilfrid had sat by her, had looked at her with something of the old tenderness, had pressed her hand as no one else would.

Far into the night she lay thinking over every word he had spoken.