The soulless eyes looked with a meaningless stare at the girl's troubled face.
The agony of suspense was over, and the worst had happened.

What now remained to her to say to Willy?
He knew nothing of what she had done.
Sim's absence had been too familiar an occurrence to excite suspicion, and Robbie Anderson had not been missed.

What should she say?
This was the night of Thursday.

During the long hours of the weary days since Sunday, Rotha had conjured up again and again a scene overflowing with delight, in which she should tell Willy everything.
This was to be when her father or Robbie or both returned, and the crown of her success was upon her.

But what now was the word to say?
The noise of wheels approaching startled the girl out of her troubled dream.