Needless to say, he found nothing to enlighten him, or to soothe his temper.

Four o'clock came, then half-past, and five.

At five Bertram began to look for Eliza, but in vain.

At half-past five he watched for William; but William, too, did not come.
Bertram was pacing the floor now, nervously.

He was a little frightened, but more mortified and angry.