Hannay, as soon as she reached the floor of the apartment, called out,-- "Sa uishe!" No reply.
"Sa uishe!" No answer.
She groped about in the dark until her hands touched the sleeping form.
She pulled the girl's dress and shook her by the arm until she sighed and moved, and then asked,-- "Sa uishe, has your father come ?" "No," murmured the still dreaming child.
"Where is Okoya ?" "He has left." "Will he come again ?" "Oh, yes," breathed Mitsha softly; then she turned over, sighed, and spoke no more.
Hannay was happy.

The boy would return! That was all she cared for.

She really liked him, for he was so candid, so good, and so simple-minded.
With such a son-in-law much was possible, she thought.

Okoya could certainly be moulded to become a very useful tool to her as well as to Tyope.

The woman felt elated over the results of the evening; she felt sure that notwithstanding one egregious mistake, of which of course she would be careful not to speak, her husband would be pleased with her management of affairs.