About six o'clock, exhausted in mind and body, he had allowed his attention to stray, when the sudden clang of a street organ startled him.

His eyes turned in the wonted direction--and instantly he sprang up.

To clutch his hat, to rush from the room and from the house, occupied but a moment.

There, walking away on the other side, was Eve.
Her fawn-coloured mantle, her hat with the yellow flowers, were the same as yesterday.

The rain had ceased; in the western sky appeared promise of a fair evening.
Hilliard pursued her in a parallel line.