The next morning Grace was at the window early.

She felt determined to see him somehow that day, and prepared his breakfast eagerly.

Eight o'clock struck, and she had remembered that he had not come to arouse her by a knocking, as usual, her own anxiety having caused her to stir.
The breakfast was set in its place without.

But he did not arrive to take it; and she waited on.

Nine o'clock arrived, and the breakfast was cold; and still there was no Giles.