Tite watched and watched that flitting shadow, for he read in it the object of his heart's love, read in it the joy that was in store for him, perhaps--perhaps the sorrow.

The figure was Mattie's, and it was her shadow that was causing him all this heart-aching.

Now the figure took the place of the shadow, and stood looking out at the window, as if contemplating the moon and the stars, for nearly a minute.

Yes, there was Mattie, watching and wondering what had become of the man who was at that moment contemplating her movements.

Then the figure and the shadow disappeared, but it was only to increase Tite's impatience to see her.
The three men now proceeded to the door and the bell was rung.