The lowering darkness finally hid them from view.

She was still at the window beginning to regret her choice when some one rapped at the door.

She arose to her feet, and took a step or two forward, her heart beating swifter.
"Come in." The door opened, and the light from the windows revealed Miss La Rue, rather tastefully attired in green silk, her blond hair fluffed artfully, and a dainty patch of black court-plaster adorning one cheek.
She stood hesitating on the threshold, her eyes searching the other's face.
"Pardon me, please," the voice somewhat high-pitched, "but they told me down-stairs you were from New York." "Yes, that is my home; won't you come in ?" "Sure I will.

Why I was so lonesome in this hole I simply couldn't stand it any longer.

Have you only one chair ?" She glanced about, her eyes widening.