He gave her fifteen days to get over her resentment, and to begin to pity him on account of the stories of his incurable melancholy she would hear.

After he had thus suffered her to dream of his probable suicide for a fortnight, he contrived to send her one little lugubrious note, confessing that he had been intoxicated and begging her pardon.

Then he waited three days, days of great anxiety to her.

For Katy feared lest her neglect to return an answer should precipitate Westcott's suicide.

But he did not need an answer.