It said now that Leblanc had moved on to Middlebury. Trove
went there, spent the last of his money, and sat one day in the
tavern office, considering what to do; for now, after weeks of
wandering, he was, it seemed, no nearer the man he sought. He had
soon reached a thought of some value: this information of the
unknown correspondent was, at least, unreliable, and he would give
it no further heed. What should he do? On that point he was not
long undecided, for while he was thinking of it a boy came and said:
"There's a lady waiting to see you in the parlour, sir."
He went immediately to the parlour above stairs, and there sat
Polly in her best gown--"the sweetest-looking creature," he was
wont to say, "this side of Paradise." Polly rose, and his
amazement checked his feet a moment. Then he advanced quickly and
would have kissed her, but she turned her face away and Stood
looking down. They were in a silence full of history. Twice she
tried to speak, but an odd stillness followed the first word,
giving possibly the more adequate expression to her thoughts.
"How came you here?" he whispered presently.
"I--I have been trying to find you." said she, at length.
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