A Painful Misunderstanding And now, on early evenings and Saturday afternoons when the weather was fine, Miss Quincey was to be found in Primrose Hill Park.

Not that anybody ever came to look for Miss Quincey.

Nevertheless, whether she was walking up and down the paths or sitting on a bench, Miss Quincey had a certain expectant air, as if at any moment Dr.Cautley might come tearing round the corner with his coat-tails flying, or as if she might look up and find him sitting beside her and talking to her.

But he did not come.
There are some histories that never repeat themselves.
And he had never called since that day--Miss Quincey remembered it well; it was Saturday the thirteenth of March.

April and May went by; she had not seen him now for more than two months; and she began to think there must be a reason for it.
At last she saw him; she saw him twice running.