And yet she looked very anxiously up the dark street, through the glimmer of the dull lamps.

First there came one man, and then another, and a third; and she thought, as her eyes fell upon them, that the figure of each was the figure of Anton Trendellsohn.

But as they emerged from the darker shadow into the light that was near, she saw that it was not so, and she told herself that she was glad.

If Anton were to come and find her there, it might be that he would disturb her purpose.

But yet she looked again before she left the shadow of the tower.