Volume Three—Chapter Twenty Two.
In Chase.
“Five o’clock,” said Harry Clayton, as the clerk came in to lay a couple of letters upon the table of his employer’s private office. “How long have I been waiting this time?”
“Better than an hour, sir,” said the clerk.
“What time do you close?” inquired Harry.
“Five o’clock, sir,” said the clerk; “he won’t come here now.”
“S’pose not,” said Harry. “I’ll run down to Norwood. Hardly like going without an invite though, now. It won’t seem like home,” he muttered; and then he looked at the door, as much surprised as the clerk, for there stood the figure of poor Ellen.
“That’s the lady he went out with,” said the clerk, in an undertone.