There was one good reason for this last opinion and one good one against it.
He felt himself to be unworthy of such a girl, but on the other hand Viola had frequently sung his praises in his own ears and in the ears of others.

He decided to go early in the morning and know definitely his doom.
That night he did not sleep.

He paced up and down the room glancing at the clock every five minutes or so.

He would now and then hoist the window and strain his eyes to see if there were any sign of approaching dawn.

After what seemed to him at least a century, the sun at last arose and ushered in the day.