A shudder of fear came over her, and then she was astonished at the fear; he might easily have done all that she had given him to do and returned by this time.

Yet why did he pass the window in that ghostly fashion and show no sign of coming to the door?
A moment or two that she sat seemed beaten out into the length and width of minutes by the throbbing of her nerves, usually so steady.

She determined to steel herself against discomfort.

If Toyner had done his work and come home and did not think it wise to visit her openly, what was there to alarm in that?
Yet she remembered that Toyner had spoken of being away for some indefinite length of time.

She had not understood why last night, and now it seemed even more hard to understand.
As she sewed she found herself looking up moment by moment at the window.