Occasionally she glanced around at the clock.

Time dragged so slowly in that great bare room with its obvious touch of poverty! At last a tall figure came striding along the pavement below.

This time no mistake was possible.

There was a fluttering handkerchief from above, an answering wave of the hand.

The girl drew a sigh of inexpressible content, moved away from the window and faced the door, with lifted head waiting for the sound of footsteps upon the stairs.