The past, when she tried to remember it, only made her heart ache.

The future, when she tried to penetrate it, was a black void.

She rose again, and stood by the uncurtained window--stood looking out, as if there was some hidden sympathy for her own desolation in the desolate night.
"Norah!" she said to herself, tenderly; "I wonder if Norah is thinking of me?
Oh, if I could be as patient as she is! If I could only forget the debt we owe to Michael Vanstone!" Her face darkened with a vindictive despair, and she paced the little cage of a room backward and forward, softly.

"No: never till the debt is paid!" Her thoughts veered back again to Frank.

"Still at sea, poor fellow; further and further away from me; sailing through the day, sailing through the night.