After that one meeting, the deluge! But she must see him--she must see him for the last time.
The kindly hostess insisted on her going home in a cab.

When she had been driven some distance, Nelly pushed up the little trapdoor of the hansom and gave another address than Sherwood Square.
Having done it, she felt happier.

However it ended, she was making a last attempt to see him.

She could not have endured a passive acquiescence in her destiny, whatever was to be the end of it.
The luncheon-party had been prolonged, and the gas-lamps in the streets were lit.

It was the close of the short winter's day.