For, although he dressed and went out and haunted the neighbourhood of Sir Horace Wyvern's house for hours on end, he saw nothing of her that day.

Nor did he see her the next, nor the next, nor yet the next again.

At first, he began to think that she must come out and return during the times when he was obliged to go off guard and get his meal--for he could not bring himself to play the part of the spy or the common policeman, and filch news from the servants--but when a week had gone by in this manner, he set all question upon that point at rest by remaining at his post from sunrise to ten o'clock at night.

She did not appear.

He wondered what that meant--whether it indicated that she had already accepted one of the two positions, or had gone to stop with her friend on the other side of Hampstead Heath.
The result of that wondering was that, for the next five days, the gentleman who was known in Clarges Street as "Captain Horatio Burbage," became a regular visitor to the neighbourhood of the house in Bardon Road.