I had a feeling that I should not come back to it.
While I stood there, miserably, I heard a knock at the hall door, without attaching any significance to it.

There was nothing left for me to do--everything had been done for me; so I sat down in my hat and jacket as I was, and gave myself up to a bitter regret.

At the moment it seemed the hardest and cruellest thing in the world that I should be taken away from the place which held Anthony Cardew--where I might meet him at any moment--and, so far as I could see, since my grandparents were well, without adequate cause.
I had a sudden feeling as though they, as though my godmother, must know that I loved Anthony Cardew and that he loved me in return.

Of course, it was impossible; but it seemed to be a foretaste of the opposition I should have to face; and, although I could face it for his sake, yet it struck me coldly that I should ever be in opposition to the will of those who loved me so tenderly.
There was a tap at the door, and the little maid of the house came in, with a sad face, to say that the cab was come.
"And, Miss Bawn," she added, "I found this in the letter-box for you, when I went to call the cab." I took the letter from her hand and my heart gave a great leap.

I had never seen my beloved's handwriting, but I had not a doubt that it was his.