Let him weary of her, but he would be here with her, so that she would see him, would know of every action he took.

She was sitting in the drawing room near a lamp, with a new volume of Taine, and as she read, listening to the sound of the wind outside, and every minute expecting the carriage to arrive.

Several times she had fancied she heard the sound of wheels, but she had been mistaken.

At last she heard not the sound of wheels, but the coachman's shout and the dull rumble in the covered entry.