And at the same time how could she satisfy August?
He thought she had bowed to the same old tyranny again for an indefinite time.

But she could not forsake her parents in their poverty and afflictions.
The fourteenth of August, the day on which possession was to have been given to Bob Walker, came and went, but no Bob Walker appeared.

A week more passed, in which Samuel Anderson could not muster enough courage to go to see Walker, in which Samuel Anderson and his wife waited in a vague hope that something might happen.

And every day of that week Julia had a letter from August, which did not say one word of the trial that it was for him to wait, but which said much of the wrong Julia was doing to herself to submit so long.

And Julia, like her father and mother, was waiting for she knew not what.
At last the suspense became to her unendurable.
"Father," she said, "why don't you go to see Bob Walker?
You might buy the farm back again." "I don't know why he don't come and take it," said Mr.Anderson dejectedly.
This conversation roused Mrs.Abigail.There was some hope.