Eliza was not very imaginative; but had she been disposed to foresee events, much as she might have harassed herself, she would not have been more likely to hit upon the form to be taken by the retributive fate she always vaguely feared than are the poor creatures enslaved by fearful imaginations.
The door opened, and Harkness thrust his handsome head into the room.

He was evidently looking for her.

When he saw her he came in hastily, shutting the door and standing with his back to it, as if he did not care to enter further.
Eliza had not seen him that day.

After what had happened, she rather dreaded the next interview, as she did not know what he might find to say; but the instant she saw him, she perceived that it was something more decisive than he had ever shown sign of before.

He looked tired, and at the same time as if his spirit was upwrought within him and his will set to some purpose.
"I'm real glad to see you," he said, but not pleasantly.