Her thoughts were uneasy and unhappy; there was no love in her life.

That life was leading to no satisfactory consummation.

How could it be changed?
What could she do?
She raised her eyes, looked across the street, and there saw, loitering along and casting furtive glances at her window, the very lad of whom she had been thinking.

He had sought and waited for her recognition, and instead of receiving it in the usual way, saw a beckoning finger.

He waited a moment, to be sure that he had not misunderstood the sign, and then, when it was repeated, crossed over, and stood at the door.