Pride came whispering too many humiliating objections in her ear.

Morning passed, and in the early hours of the afternoon, when the New York boat usually came up the river, she was out on the portico watching for its appearance.

Hope whispered that, repenting of his hasty return on the day before, her lover was now hurrying back to meet her.

At last the white hull of the boat came gliding into view, and in less than half an hour it was at the landing.

Then it moved on its course again.