Could it be that under this same roof, and only
separated from them by a partition, there brooded another human
being helplessly awaiting a message which would never come, and
listening, but how vainly, for the step and voice for which he
hungered, though they were the prelude to further shame and the
signal for coming punishment.
So strong was this thought in both their minds, that the shadow
deepened upon both faces, as though a presence had passed between
them; and when Mr. Black rose, as he very soon did, it was with an
evident dread of leaving her alone with this thought.
They were lingering yet in the hall, the goodnight faltering on
their lips, when suddenly their eyes flashed together in mutual
question, and Deborah bent her ear towards the street.
An automobile was slowing up--stopping--stopping before the gates!
Deborah turned and looked at Mr. Black. Was it the police? No, for
the automobile was starting up again--it was going. Whoever had
come had come to stay. With eyes still on those of Mr. Black,
whose face showed a sudden change, she threw her hand behind her
and felt wildly about for the door-knob. She had just grasped it--
when the bell rang. Never had it sounded so shrill and
penetrating. Never had it rung quite such a summons through this
desolate house. Recoiling, she made a motion of entreaty.
"Go," she whispered. "Open! I cannot."
Quickly he obeyed. She heard him pass out and down the walk, and
through the first gate.
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