It was growing very late.

What could be happening?
What were they saying to each other?
When--when would this terrible strain of waiting be over?
Hark! What was that?
The tread of feet once more and the sound of an opening door.

Ah, what were they doing?
What?
What?
Trembling afresh she raised herself on the bed to listen.

There came to her the sudden throbbing of a motor-engine.

He had come in his car, then, and now he was going, going without another word to her, leaving her alone with Jerry.