She never dreamed of the suspicion which, for an instant, had a lodgment in his breast, or she would almost have died where she stood, gazing at the door through which he had disappeared.
"I ought to have told him my name, but I could not," she sighed, as the sound of his rapid footsteps died upon the stairs.
They ceased at last, and with a feeling of utter desolation, as if she were now indeed alone, Adah sank upon her knees, and covering her face with her hands, wept bitterly.

Anon, however, holier, calmer feelings swept over her.

She was not alone.

They who love God can never be alone, however black the darkness be around them.

And Adah did love Him, thanking Him at last for raising her up this friend in her sore need, for putting it into Irving Stanley's heart to care for her, a stranger, as he had done.