All day no answer--and the ship to leave Southampton next day, at noon.
Clara and her mother began packing, to be ready in case the news should be bad.

Finally came a cablegram saying, "Wait for cablegram in the morning." This was not satisfactory--not reassuring.

I cabled again, asking that the answer be sent to Southampton, for the day was now closing.

I waited in the post-office that night till the doors were closed, toward midnight, in the hope that good news might still come, but there was no message.

We sat silent at home till one in the morning, waiting--waiting for we knew not what.