Dr。RhodaGaleneverreflectedmuchinthestreets；theyweretoherafieldofminuteobservation；but，whenshegothomeshesatdownandthoughtoverwhatshehadbeensayinganddoing，andpuzzledoverthecharacterofthemanwhohadrelievedherhungerandelicitedherautobiography。Shepassedhiminreview；settledinhermindthathewasastrongcharacter；amanlyman，whodidnotwastewords；wonderedalittleatthewayhehadmadeherdowhateverhepleased；blushedalittleatthethoughtofhavingbeensocommunicative；yetadmiredthemanforhavingdrawnheroutso；andwonderedwhethersheshouldseehimagain。Shehopedsheshould。Butshedidnotfeelsure。
Shesathalfanhourthus——withonekneeraisedalittle，andherhandsinterlaced——byafire-placewithaburned-outcoalinit；andby-and-byshefelthungryagain。Butshehadnofood，andnomoney。
Shelookedhardatherring，andprofitedalittlebycontactwiththesturdygoodsenseofVizard。
Shesaidtoherself，\"Menunderstandoneanother。Ibelievefatherwouldbeangrywithmefornot。\"
Thenshelookedtenderlyandwistfullyatthering，andkissedit，andmurmured，\"Notto-night。\"Youseeshehopedshemighthavealetterinthemorning，andsorespiteherring。