After dark, if the day passed without event, he would find his way into the house by force or fraud.

In a rapture of anticipation he pictured his entrance, her reluctant joy, her tears and smiles, and fond reproaches.

As he loved her, as he must love her the more for the trick she had played him, she must love him the more for his return in her teeth.

And the next day was Sunday, when it was unlikely that any steps would be taken.

That whole day he would have with her, through it he would sit with her! A whole day without fear?
It seemed an age.