Bunce and his companion entered the opposite room, and shut themselves in.

Thyrza opened her door as softly as possible, leaned forward, listened.

Yes, it was _his_ voice! What was he doing here?
He had not come to the library, had not kept his promise.

Was it not a promise to her?
He had said that she should see him again, should be in the room alone with him, talk with him for one hour--one poor, short hour; and in the end it was denied.

Why did he come to see Mr.Bunce?
But he was well; nothing had happened to him, which all day had been her dread.
She would not try to overhear their conversation.