This evening would see Elgar back again.
No doubt of his return had yet entered his mind.

Whether Reuben would in reality settle to some kind of work was a different question; but of course he would come back, if it were only to say that he had kept his promise, but found he must set off again to some place or other.
Mallard dreaded his coming.

News of some kind he would bring, and Mallard's need was of silence.

If he indeed remained here, the old irritation would revive and go on from day to day.

Impossible that they should live together long.
It was pretty certain by what train he would journey from Naples to Salerno; easy, therefore, to calculate the probable hour of his arrival at Amalfi.