She does not immediately enter, when they have parted, but remains looking after him along the street.

Twice he passes the gatehouse, reluctant to enter.

At length, the Cathedral clock chiming one quarter, with a rapid turn he hurries in.
And so _he_ goes up the postern stair.
* * * * * Edwin Drood passes a solitary day.

Something of deeper moment than he had thought, has gone out of his life; and in the silence of his own chamber he wept for it last night.

Though the image of Miss Landless still hovers in the background of his mind, the pretty little affectionate creature, so much firmer and wiser than he had supposed, occupies its stronghold.