A half hour passed.

Then, in spite of herself, nervousness assailed her.

What could be keeping him?
Had he met with an accident?
Or, could she have made a mistake in the name under which he was to register--could he be waiting for her all the time?
Back and forth, to and fro the girl paced.

Thoroughly alarmed and in spite of a sense of mortification at such an undertaking, she again interviewed the clerk.
"Will it be convenient for me to see the register ?" she inquired, forced to conceal her embarrassment.
The clerk obligingly brought the book and eagerly she scanned the list.
Unfortunately, for her, there was no mistake.

Nothing like Ridgeway, Ridge or Hugh's handwriting greeted her anxious eyes.
A silence that seemed an inconceivably long one to the almost overwrought girl was broken by the clerk asking would she register?
Grace could hardly restrain her agitation.