He sat down in the window seat, looked out upon the stars and listened to the river.

An hour had passed before he turned back to the room, where the candles had burned low.

"I will go to Westover to-morrow," he said.

"God knows, I should be a villain"-- He locked the picture of Evelyn within his desk, drank his wine and water, and went to bed, strongly resolved upon retreat.

In the morning he said, "I will go to Westover this afternoon;" and in the afternoon he said, "I will go to-morrow." When the morrow came, he found that the house lacked but one day of being finished, and that there was therefore no need for him to go at all.
Mistress Deborah was loath, enough to take leave of damask and mirrors and ornaments of china,--the latter fine enough and curious enough to remind her of Lady Squander's own drawing-room; but the leaf of paper which Haward wrote upon, tore from his pocket-book, and gave her provided consolation.