In the meantime Elisha, like his predecessor, was formulating his mode of attack.
Eleazer, apparently, had not been successful.
Might not this be his own golden opportunity?
Before another snatched the prize from him; before Heath with his yacht and his monogrammed silken garments recovered his strength, he would put his fate to the test.
Women were unaccountable creatures.
You never could predict what they might do.
Smoothing a man's pillow and feeding broth to him sometimes brought about surprising results.
Furthermore, thus far no one had been able to find out how well Marcia really knew this Stanley Heath. Perhaps a romance of long standing, of which the village was ignorant, existed between them.
Who could tell?
In any case, it behooved an aspirant for the hand of this matchless creature to put in his claim without delay.