She had been there last, and possibly looked up at the old home--her first home after her marriage; possibly, too, she had thought of him.

She surely did, if, as Andy believed, she was alone in her flight.

If not alone, he wanted no thoughts of hers, and Richard's hands were clenched as he moved from the darkening window, and took his seat behind the stove, where he sat the entire evening, like some statue of despair, brooding over his ruined hopes.
The next day brought the Joneses--Melinda and Tim--the latter of whom had heard from Mrs.Amsden's son of Andy's strange errand there.

There was something in the wind, and Melinda came to learn what it was.

Always communicative to the Jones family, Mrs.Markham told the story without reserve, not even omitting the Van Buren part, but asking as a precaution that Melinda would not spread a story which would bring disgrace on them.