It was a great relief to be alone, and she was crying to her heart's content, when she heard Joe's voice at the end of the passage, bidding somebody good night.
Good night! Then he was going elsewhere--to some distance, perhaps.

To what kind of home COULD he be going, now that it was so late! She heard him walk along the passage, and pass the door.

But there was a hesitation in his footsteps.

He turned back--Dolly's heart beat high--he looked in.
'Good night!'-- he didn't say Dolly, but there was comfort in his not saying Miss Varden.
'Good night!' sobbed Dolly.
'I am sorry you take on so much, for what is past and gone,' said Joe kindly.

'Don't.