The next evening, for the first time since she began to come, she came not.
And now Cosmo was in wretched plight.

Since the thought of a rival had occurred to him, he could not rest for a moment.

More than ever he longed to see the lady face to face.

He persuaded himself that if he but knew the worst he would be satisfied; for then he could abandon Prague, and find that relief in constant motion, which is the hope of all active minds when invaded by distress.

Meantime he waited with unspeakable anxiety for the next night, hoping she would return: but she did not appear.