He seemed so glad, and so relieved to see me--and to me it was like Heaven opening; notwithstanding my vindictive thoughts about him, I could have sprung into his arms; I felt protected, safe, the moment he was by me.

I tried to speak, and then began to cry.
"I've been looking for you these last two hours," he said, sitting down beside me.

"I came up-town to see you, and found you had gone out.

I thought you would not be likely to go anywhere but to see Sister Madeline, and there the servant told me you had come this way.

I could not find you here, and went back to Varick-street, then was frightened at hearing you had not come back, and returned again to look for you.
What made you stay so long?
Something has happened.