There, their secret would be safe,--and also they would be nearer the steamer.
Arriving at her destination, Grace dismissed the disappointed cabman, and entered the ladies' waiting-room, where she rang for the clerk.
"Is there a Mr.Ridge staying here ?" she asked of him with an assurance that, she flattered herself, was admirably assumed.
"No such person with us, madam.

Were you expecting him ?" "Why, yes," she replied, a little confused.

"He should be here any minute." And to his inquiry as to whether she would require anything in the meantime, there came a reply in the negative and he departed.
With a sigh of relief at being alone, she crossed over to a desk and busied herself in writing a long letter.

This accomplished, she arose, moved over to the window and looked out.

The waiting-room faced the main artery of the city, and below her was the endless stream of humanity.
Endeavoring to check a slight feeling of uneasiness that was fast coming over her at Hugh's unexpected non-appearance, she tried to concentrate her thoughts on the panorama of the streets.