But in either case pride held her back.

How could she?
Had he not already seen her?
Must he not know perfectly well that she was there?
No; if he did not call for her she could not go.

She could not make advances.
Minute succeeded to minute, and Ethel stood burning with impatience, racked with suspense, a prey to the bitterest feelings.

Still no message.

Why did he delay?
Her heart ached now worse than ever, the choking feeling in her throat returned, and her eyes grew moist.