Anne sometimes fancied she discerned him at a distance, but he never came.

The anxious interval wore away unproductively.

The others returned, the room filled again, benches were reclaimed and repossessed, and another hour of pleasure or of penance was to be sat out, another hour of music was to give delight or the gapes, as real or affected taste for it prevailed.

To Anne, it chiefly wore the prospect of an hour of agitation.

She could not quit that room in peace without seeing Captain Wentworth once more, without the interchange of one friendly look.
In re-settling themselves there were now many changes, the result of which was favourable for her.