If it _is_ he, he would have come to bid me good-bye.

He cannot go down into silence without a word.

If it _is_ he, he will come yet." She endured through the two remaining days, turning faint with terror each time the door-bell rang, lest it might be Hugh.
But Hugh did not come.
Then, after repeated frantic telegrams from Lady Newhaven, she left London precipitately to go to her, as she had promised, on the twenty-eighth of November, the evening of the last day of the five months..