Year After Year

And, alas! he who had been so wrong hitherto was too right now. There was no possibility of seeing Mr. Lockfield that night; and again I had to wait. There is a word which implies the chief part of the utmost torment human spirits can endure to those who have practically learned it, and that word is, Wait. There is an end to it, however -- a moment when at last one looks back over the intolerable past; and as soon as that moment came, with the next morning, I ran to Mr. Carey's house. I must see him. He should be at home. I could not breathe otherwise. Accordingly, when the door was opened, I asked for him, and pressed to enter at the some moment; but the servant stood in the way, and denied him.