Lucia's half-formed intention of making some kind of apology for her petulance, had no time to ripen.

Maurice helped her down without speaking, bade her good night, exchanged a word or two with her mother, and drove slowly away again.
Mother and daughter went in together to Lucia's room; but Mrs.Costello, noticing that her child looked pale and weary, left her almost immediately.

Lucia instantly flew to the window.

The farmhouse where Mr.
Leigh and Maurice lived was so near that the lights in its different windows could be plainly distinguished.

After a moment, the one which had been burning steadily as they passed the house, flickered suddenly, disappeared, and then, shone more brightly through the opening door.
"He is at home," said Lucia to herself.