She was thinking of him, how she needed him, when the orchestra music poured from the open windows near her.

Mrs.Comstock endured it as long as she could, and then slipped from the carriage and fled down the street.
She did not know how far she went or how long she stayed, but everything was still, save an occasional raised voice when she wandered back.

She stood looking at the building.

Slowly she entered the wide gates and followed up the walk.

Elnora had been coming here for almost four years.
When Mrs.Comstock reached the door she looked inside.