In the morning I went down stairs early in the hope of seeing Edith alone.

In this, however, I was disappointed.

Not finding her in the house, I sought her in the garden, but she was not there.

In the course of my wanderings I visited the underground chamber, and sat down there to rest.

Upon the reading table in the chamber several periodicals and newspapers lay, and thinking that Dr.Leete might be interested in glancing over a Boston daily of 1887, I brought one of the papers with me into the house when I came.
At breakfast I met Edith.