"Don't let her fall." Five or six times, throughout the day and evening, Waymark had knocked at Ida's door.

About seven o'clock he had called at the Castis', but found neither of them at home.

Returning thence to Fulham, he had walked for hours up and down, in vain expectation of Ida's coming.
There was no light at her window.
Just before midnight he reached home, having on his way posted a letter with money in it.

As he reached his door, Julian stood there, about to knock.
"Anything amiss ?" Waymark asked, examining his friend by the light of the street-lamp.
Julian only made a sign to him to open the door.

They went upstairs together, and Waymark speedily obtained a light.