Jane had arrived! He walked slowly back and forth several times.

The music in his blood, stirred already by the wine he had drunk and the revival of old memories, moved to a new and more wonderful tune.

He knew now, without any possibility of self-deception, exactly what he had been waiting for, exactly where all his thoughts and hopes for the future were centered.
Was she there now, he wondered, gazing at the windows like a moon-struck boy.

He lingered about and fate was kind to him.
A limousine swung around the corner and pulled up in front of the door, a few minutes later.

The footman on the box sprang down.