She was standing where he had parted from her, with her eyes upon the floor.
"Jessie!" She looked up.
"Good night, dear!" "Good night, Mr.Dexter." "Mr.Dexter!" The young man repeated the words between his teeth, as he passed into the street a moment afterwards.

"Mr.Dexter! and in tones that were cold as an icicle!" He strode away from the house of Mrs.Loring, but little comforted by his interview with Jessie, and with the fiend Jealousy a permanent guest in his heart..