Then at one of their brief meetings Polly delighted the young man by telling him that he might wait for her outside the theatre on a certain evening of the same week.

Hitherto such awaitings had been forbidden.
"Won't I, just!" cried Mr.Parish.

"And you'll come and have some supper ?" "I can't promise; I may want to ask you to do something for me.

Just you be ready, that's all." He promised exultingly, and when the evening came took up his position a full hour before Polly could be expected to come forth.
Now this was the first night of a new piece at Polly's theatre, and she, long watching in vain for the reappearance of the lady whose address she was to discover for Mr.Gammon, thought it a very possible thing that a person who had been twice to see the old entertainment might attend the first performance of the new.

Her mysterious uncle had never again communicated with her, and Polly began to doubt what Mr.
Gammon's knowledge really was; but she had given her confidence beyond recall, and, though with many vicissitudes of feeling, she still wished to keep Gammon sole ally in this strange affair.