He breathed heavily and wiped the moisture from his face.
For relief, he arose and joined in conversation with a few friends who were drinking.

He tried to get the interest of things about him, but it was not to be.

All the time his thoughts would run out to his home and see the scene being therein enacted.

All the time he was wondering what she would say when the boy handed her the envelope.
In about an hour and three-quarters the boy returned.

He had evidently delivered the package, for, as he came up, he made no sign of taking anything out of his pocket.
"Well ?" said Hurstwood.
"I gave it to her." "My wife ?" "Yes, sir." "Any answer ?" "She said it was high time." Hurstwood scowled fiercely.
There was no more to be done upon that score that night.