"Did you want me, miss ?" "Yes.

No--never mind now." She was afraid to do anything for fear of making matters worse.

She went to the window, and stood looking anxiously out, with her hands working.
Presently she uttered a little scream and shrank away to the sofa.

She sank down on it, half sitting, half lying, hid her face in her hands, and waited.
Staines, with a lover's impatience, had been more than an hour at the gate, or walking up and down close by it, his heart now burning with hope, now freezing with fear, that she would decline a meeting on these terms.
At last the postman came, and then he saw he was too soon; but now in a few minutes Rosa would have his letter, and then he should soon know whether she would come or not.

He looked up at the drawing-room windows.
They were full of light.