She slept a little toward dawn--for youth and health will not let the most despairing heart suffer in sleeplessness.

Her headache went, but the misery of soul which had been a maddening pain settled down into a throbbing ache.

She feared he would come; she feared he would not come.

The servants tried to persuade her to take breakfast.
She could not have swallowed food; she would not have dared take food for which she could not pay.

What would they do with her if he did not come?
She searched the room again, hoping against hope, a hundred times fancying she felt the purse under some other things, each time suffering sickening disappointment.
Toward noon the servant came knocking.