Her
mysterious uncle had never again communicated with her, and Polly
began to doubt what Mr. Gammon's knowledge really was; but she had
given her confidence beyond recall, and, though with many
vicissitudes of feeling, she still wished to keep Gammon sole ally
in this strange affair. Once or twice indeed she had felt disposed
to tell Christopher that there was "someone else"; but nothing
Gammon had said fully justified this, and Polly, though an emotional
young woman, had a good deal of prudence. One thing was certain, she
very much desired to bring her old enemy to the point of a
declaration. How she would receive it when it came she could not
wholly determine.
Her conjecture regarding the unknown lady was justified. Among the
first who entered the stalls was a man whom Polly seemed to
remember, and close behind him came first a younger lady, then the
one for whom her eyes had searched night after night. In supplying
them with programmes Polly observed and listened with feverish
attention. The elder woman had slightly grizzled hair; her age could
not be less than fifty, but she was in good health and spirits.
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