"Let us await developments." I foresaw that Rayel would only get a reputation for insanity if pressed to the point of explaining his suspicions.

It seemed quite likely, also, that any futile discussion of the subject would defeat justice.
That day brought me a letter from Hester, whom I had been looking for with much impatience since I had begun to feel more like myself.

She would shortly have fulfilled all her professional engagements, and would then return at once to New York.

"I wonder," she added, somewhat coquettishly, "if you will be glad to see me." On this point there was no doubt in my mind, and although my strength increased rapidly, the days passed with tedious slowness after that.
I was sitting by the window one morning, looking out upon the moving throng in the opposite street, when the door of my room was suddenly opened.

I supposed that one of the physicians had come to see me, and I waited for him to speak.
"Kendric!" It was Rayel who spoke my name, but somehow his voice did not seem quite natural, and I turned to greet him.
"This is our 'Woman,'" said he, advancing toward me with Hester upon his arm.
I rose feebly to my feet, confused by the sudden announcement, and took her extended hand.