After some further discourse to the like effect, Osbert took leave, promising to return at the same hour on the following night.
CHAPTER XI.
HOW CONSTANCE’S RETREAT WAS DISCOVERED.
The next day passed as usual with Constance. At night she was alone in the room, the windows of which have been described as opening upon the garden, and anxiously expecting Osbert’s coming.
She was seated at a small table, perusing by the light of a single taper, which dimly illuminated the large but scantily-furnished apartment, one of the controversial tracts of the day, and essaying, but in vain, to fix her thoughts on what she read. Ever and anon she arose, and, going to the window, looked forth. The night was profoundly dark, and nothing was discernible except the trees skirting the lawn.
“He is later than usual,” she thought, as time went on. “Will he not come?”