But Pitt had a tiresome waiting of an hour. He strolled up and down or stood still leaning against a railing, never losing that door out of his range of vision. The hour seemed three; however, at the end of it the lady did come out again, but just when he was at his farthest, and she turned and went up the street again the way she had come, walking with a quick step. Pitt followed. Where she had turned into Broadway she turned out of it, and went down an unattractive side street; passing from that into another and another, less and less promising with every corner she turned, till she entered the one which we know was not at all eligible where Colonel Gainsborough lived. Pitt's hopes had been gradually falling, and now when the quarry disappeared from his sight in one of the little humble houses which filled the street, he for a moment stood still. Could she be living here? He would have thought she had come merely to visit some poor protégé, but that she had certainly seemed to take a latch-key from her pocket and let herself in with it. Pitt reviewed the place, waited a few minutes, and then went up himself the few steps which led to that door, and knocked. Bell there was none. People who had bells to their doors did not live in that street. But as soon as the door was opened Pitt knew where he was; for he recognised Barker. She was not the one, however, with whom he wished first to exchange recognitions; so he contented himself with asking in an assured manner for Colonel Gainsborough. 'Yes, sir, he's in,' said Barker doubtfully; as he stood in the doorway she could not see the visitor well. 'Who will I say wants to see him, sir?' 'A gentleman on business.' Another minute or two, and Pitt stood in the small room which was the colonel's particular room, and was face to face with his old friend. Esther was not there; and without looking at anything Pitt felt in a moment the change that must have come over the fortunes of the family. The place was so small! There did not seem to be room in it for the colonel and him. But the colonel was like himself. They stood and faced each other. 'Have I changed so much, colonel?' he said at last. 'Do you not know me?' 'William Dallas?' said the colonel. 'I know the voice! But yes, you have changed,--you have changed, certainly. It is the difference between the boy and the man. What else it is, I cannot see in this light,--or this darkness. It grows dark early in this room. Sit down. So you have got back at last!' The greeting was not very cordial, Pitt felt. 'I have come back, for a time; but I have been home repeatedly before this.' 'So I suppose,' said the colonel drily. 'Of course, hearing nothing of you, I could not be sure how it was.' 'I have looked for you, sir, every time, and almost everywhere.' 'Looked for us? Ha! It is not very difficult to find anybody, when you know where to look.'