had had the intention in his mind to speak to her as she passed.

Now, as she looked sideways when she turned the corner, and found that he had altered his direction--was following her--the suspicion became a conviction.

She knew.
In the first realization, the thought of adventure thrilled her.

A life, quiet and uneventful such as hers, looks of necessity for its happiness to the little thrills, the little emotions that combine to make one day less monotonous than another.

But when, having reached Garrick Street and, looking hurriedly over her shoulder, she found that not only was he still following, but that he had perceptibly lessened the distance between them, the spirit of interest sank--died out, like a candle snuffed in a gale.