She seemed to have been waiting for a century.
Across the street she could see the glimmer of a light summer dress in Lord Cranston's apartment.

It moved restlessly backwards and forwards from one window to the other: now it shone out in the balcony above the street: now it retired into the darkness of the room.

Clarice gauged Lady Cranston's impatience by her own, and experienced a fellow-feeling of sympathy.

'During this suspense,' she thought, 'you and I ought to be together.' As the thought flashed into her mind, her husband spoke to her.

She set a hand before her eyes and did not answer him.