At length he stood up.
"You still think I am justified in--in making terms with Mr.Quarrier ?" "What else are you inclined to do ?" the widow asked, anxiously.
"I can't be sure yet what I shall eventually do.

Perhaps you would let me see you again, when the election is over ?" "If you promise me to do nothing--but keep out of sight--in the meanwhile." "Yes, I'll promise that," he said, with deliberation.
She was loth to dismiss him, yet saw no use in further talk.

At the door he shook hands with her, and said that he was going into the town.
Lilian opened the door of the sitting-room.
"He has gone ?" Her companion nodded.
"Where ?--What will he do ?" Mrs.Wade answered with a gesture of uncertainty, and sat down by the table, where she propped her forehead upon her hands.

Lilian was standing, her countenance that of one distraught.

Suddenly the widow looked up and spoke in a voice hoarser than before.
"I see what he means.