"She hasn't come yet."

"What's the time?"

"Half-past eleven. I shall sit up for her. Did you hear what my
uncle said? You mustn't think anything of that; he's always finding
fault with people."

"Do you think she will come at all?" asked Hilliard.

"Oh, of course she will!"

"I shall wait about. Don't stand here. Good-night."

"You won't let her know what I've told you?" said Patty, retaining
his hand.

"No, I won't. If she doesn't come back at all, I'll see you
to-morrow."

He moved away, and the door closed.

Many people were still passing along the street. In his uncertainty
as to the direction by which Eve would return--if return she did
--Hilliard ventured only a few yards away. He had waited for about
a quarter of an hour, when his eye distinguished a well-known figure
quickly approaching. He hurried forward, and Eve stopped before he
had quite come up to her.

"Where have you been to-night?" were his first words, sounding more