No doubt, too, they had their reasons for letting her go by as before without a word.

Only when she was half-way up the first flight of stairs did Mr.Cheeseman call to her a "Goodnight, Miss Sparkes," to which she made no reply whatever.
On the morrow she called at the little stationer's shop, but no letter awaited her.

She decided to be again at the rendezvous that evening, lest there should have been some mistake in her cipher message; but she lingered near the College of Surgeons in vain.

Polly's heart sank as she went home, for to-night there was no one to quarrel with.

Mrs.Bubb and all the lodgers had shown that they meant to hold aloof; not even Moggie would look at her or speak a word.