I should have thought common gratitude, common decency, would have brought him after--after all we did for him." "We did nothing for him--nothing! He paid his board, and that ended it." "No, it didn't, Alma.

You know what he used to say--about its being like home, and all that; and I must say that after his attentions to you, and all the things you told me he said, I expected something very dif--" A sharp peal of the door-bell thrilled through the house, and as if the pull of the bell-wire had twitched her to her feet, Mrs.Leighton sprang up and grappled with her daughter in their common terror.
They both glared at the clock and made sure that it was five minutes after nine.

Then they abandoned themselves some moments to the unrestricted play of their apprehensions.
II.
"Why, Alma," whispered the mother, "who in the world can it be at this time of night?
You don't suppose he--" "Well, I'm not going to the door, anyhow, mother, I don't care who it is; and, of course, he wouldn't be such a goose as to come at this hour." She put on a look of miserable trepidation, and shrank back from the door, while the hum of the bell died away, in the hall.
"What shall we do ?" asked Mrs.Leighton, helplessly.
"Let him go away--whoever they are," said Alma.
Another and more peremptory ring forbade them refuge in this simple expedient.
"Oh, dear! what shall we do?
Perhaps it's a despatch." The conjecture moved Alma to no more than a rigid stare.

"I shall not go," she said.

A third ring more insistent than the others followed, and she said: "You go ahead, mamma, and I'll come behind to scream if it's anybody.