Miss Bronson is an old acquaintance of yours, whom you knew as Hester Chaffin.

Would you like to see her ?" "I wish to see her to-night, if possible," said I.
"May I ask you, then, to go to this address and wait for us until the performance is over?
Hand this card to the night clerk of the hotel and he will show you to our rooms." Scribbling a few words upon the card, she gave it to me, and hurried behind the scenes.
Rayel and I immediately left the theatre and walked to our apartments.
The play would soon be over and we had no time to lose.

On the way home I noticed that he frequently turned about and peered through the darkness as if expecting some one to join us.

He said nothing, however, and as I was so preoccupied by my own thoughts, I did not ask for whom he was looking.
"Shall I not go with you ?" he asked, when we had reached home.
"You had better wait up for me; I shall not be gone long," I answered.
"I can walk back again when we get there, or perhaps I can wait for you in the hotel ?" said he.
He was not yet accustomed to life in a great city, and it did not seem wise, either, to permit him to walk home alone, or to wait for me in the hotel among strangers.

He did not seem quite content to stay, however, and there was a troubled expression on his face, which was new to it, and which I could not put out of my mind after I had left the house.