What if he were so late that he went straight to the train?
But then she remembered it went at nine--and it was only six.

Yes, he would surely come.
She did not stir from her chair, but her senses began to take in the room.

How comfortable it was, and what good taste, even with the evidences of coming departure about! She had seen two or three telegrams lying on the little hall table, waiting for him, as she came in--hers among the number, she supposed.

A motor stopped, surely!--Ah! if it should be he! But there were hundreds of such noises in St.James's Street, and it was too dark and foggy to see.

She sat still, her heart beating in her throat.