Miss Anna has sent me some new patterns for my tatting, and I'm getting a fine lot done.

All the visitors are quite gone now, and it's that quiet at nights! Sometimes when it's been raining I think I can hear the Dungeon Ghyll stream, though it's more than a mile away.' Fenwick put up the letter.

He had a sudden vision of Phoebe in her white night-dress, opening the casement-window of the little cottage on a starry night, and listening to the sounds of distant water.
Behind her was the small room with its candle--the baby's cot--the white bed, with his vacant place.

A pang of longing--of homesickness--stirred him.
Then he began to pace his room, driven by the stress of feeling to take stock of his whole position.

He had reached London in May; it was now November.