How was he to meet Irene?
or was he to meet her again?
Had she relented?
Had a night of sober reflection wrought any change?
Would she take the step he had warned her as a fatal one?
With such questions crowding upon him, Hartley Emerson went down stairs.

In passing their chamber-door he saw that it stood wide open, and that Irene was not there.

He descended to the parlors and to the sitting-room, but did not find her.

The bell announced breakfast; he might find her at the table.

No--she was not at her usual place when the morning meal was served.
"Where is Mrs.Emerson ?" he asked of the waiter.
"I have not seen her," was replied.
Mr.Emerson turned away and went up to their chambers.