There seemed something flat about the morning, some aftermath of the excitement of the previous night was still stirring in his blood.
Nevertheless, he pulled himself together with an effort, called for a young surveyor whom he had engaged to assist him, and spent the rest of the day out upon the hill.

Religiously he kept his thoughts turned upon his work until the twilight came.

Then he hurried home to meet the disappointment which he had more than half anticipated.

There was no telegram for him! He ate his dinner and sat with folded arms, looking out into the street.

Still no telegram! The restlessness came back once more.