Besides, in my letter yesterday I implored her to tell me (if it was one line only) whether, in guessing at what her trouble was, Sir Patrick and I had not guessed right.

And here is the day getting on, and no answer! What am I to conclude ?" "I really can't say!" "Is it possible, Arnold, that we have _not_ guessed right, after all?
Is the wickedness of that man who blew the candles out wickedness beyond our discovering?
The doubt is so dreadful that I have made up my mind not to bear it after to-day.

I count on your sympathy and assistance when to-morrow comes!" Arnold's heart sank.

Some new complication was evidently gathering round him.

He waited in silence to hear the worst.