"Why do we see you so seldom ?" "It is so late every evening before I leave the library, and I am busy with all sorts of things." They had little to say to each other, Waymark promised to communicate at once with a friend of Mr.Woodstock's, a man of business, and to come again as soon as possible, to give any help he could.

Whether Ida had been told of his position remained uncertain.
For Ida they were sad, long days.

Troubles which she had previously managed to keep in the background now again beset her.

She had attached herself to her grandfather; gratitude for all that he was doing at her wish strengthened her affection, and she awaited each new day with fear.

Waymark seemed colder to her in these days than he had ever been formerly.