Itwasteno’clockasheclimbedagainintothebuggyandstartedhisteamonaswifttrotdowntheroad。Whatwouldshethink？Hesawhernowwithtearfuleyesandpoutinglips。Shewassittingatthewindow，withhatandgloveson；theresthadgone，andshewaswaitingforhim。
Butshe’dknowsomethinghadhappened，becausehehadpromisedtobethereateight。Hehadtoldherwhatteamhe’dhave。HehadforgottenatthismomentthedoubtanddistrusthehadgivenheronMonday。She’dknowhe’dsurelycome。
Buttherewasnosmilingortearfulfacewatchingatthewindowashecamedownthelaneatatearingpaceandturnedintotheyard。
Thehousewassilentandthecurtainsdown。Thesilencesentachilltohisheart。Somethingroseupinhisthroattochokehim。
“Agnes!“hecalled。“Hello!I’mhereatlast!“