By the dim light he saw her hand catching at the balustrade as if she were drawing herself up, step by step.

When she reached the landing and turned half towards him, he saw that her head was fallen.
"Not a glance, not a thought for me," murmured the doctor.

"But if the stranger _does_ leave----" Instead of finishing the muttered sentences, he drew a chair back against the wall and sat down with folded hands to wait..