She waited till twelve, till one, till two;--but still he did not come.

Later than that she did not dare to wait for him.

She feared to trust him on such business returning so late as that,--after so many cigars; after, perhaps, some superfluous beakers of club nectar.

His temper at such a moment would not be fit for such work as hers.

But if he was late in coming home, who had sent him away from his home in unhappiness?
Between two and three she went to bed, and on the following morning she left Queen Anne Street for the Great Western Station before her father was up..