enslaved by fearful imaginations.

The door opened, and Harkness thrust his handsome head into the room. He
was evidently looking for her. When he saw her he came in hastily,
shutting the door and standing with his back to it, as if he did not
care to enter further.

Eliza had not seen him that day. After what had happened, she rather
dreaded the next interview, as she did not know what he might find to
say; but the instant she saw him, she perceived that it was something
more decisive than he had ever shown sign of before. He looked tired,
and at the same time as if his spirit was upwrought within him and his
will set to some purpose.

"I'm real glad to see you," he said, but not pleasantly. "I've been
looking for you; and it's just as well for you I found you without more
ado."

"I'm just going out," said Eliza; "I can't stay now."

"You'll just stop a bit where you are, and hear what I'm going to say."

"I can't," said she, angrily; but he was at the door, and she made no
movement towards it.

He talked right on. "I'm going away," he said. "I've packed up all that
I possess here in this place, and I'm going to depart by this
afternoon's train. No one much knows of this intention. I take it you
won't interfere, so I don't mind confiding my design to your _kind_ and
_sympathetic_ breast."