She even penetrated the dreary, half-lit public parlor, expecting to find her crouching there.

Then a sudden wild idea took possession of her: the miserable wife had repented of her act and of her concealment, and had crept downstairs to await her husband in the office.

She had told him some new lie, had begged him to take her with him, and Barker, of course, had assented.

Yes, she now knew why she had heard the rattling wheels instead of the clattering hoofs she had listened for.

They had gone together, as he first proposed, in the buggy.
She ran swiftly down the stairs and entered the office.