speak to him to-night?" He took up his bedroom candle a little impatiently, put it
down again, and, walking back to the open window, stood looking out in the
direction of the cottage. "I wonder if she's thinking of me?" he said to himself
She was thinking of him. She had just opened her desk to write to Mrs.
Oldershaw; and her pen had that moment traced the opening line: "Make your
mind easy. I have got him!"