Dear Anna, how Adah longed to fold her arms about her once and call her sister, but she must not.

It might not be well received, for Anna had some pride, as her waiting maid had learned.
"A waiting maid!" Adah repeated the name, smiling bitterly as she thought.

"A waiting maid in his own home! Who would have dreamed that I should ever come to this, when he painted the future so grandly ?" Then there came over her the wild, yearning desire to see his face once more, to know if he had changed, and why couldn't she?
They supposed her gone to the office, and she would go there now, taking the depot on the way.
* * * * * Apart in the ladies' room at Snowdon depot, a veiled figure sat--Dr.
Richards' deserted wife--waiting for him, waiting to look on his face once more ere she fled she knew not whither.

He came at last, Jim's voice speaking to his horses heralding his approach.
The group of rough-looking men gathered about the office did not suit his mood, and so he came on to the ladies' apartment, just as Adah knew he would.

Pausing for a moment on the threshold, he looked hastily in, his glance falling upon the veiled figure sitting there so lonely and motionless.