The relief consequent upon the certainty that no worse could happen had brought Waymark into a state of mind in which he could regard his position with equanimity.  The loss of the money seemed now to be the most serious result of the affair.  Slimy had promised that release should come before the morning, and would doubtless keep his word Waymark had a certain confidence in this, which a less interested person would perhaps have deemed scarcely warrantable.  In the meantime, the discomfort was not extreme to lie gagged and bound on a garret-floor for some few hours was, after all, a situation which a philosopher might patiently endure, and to an artist it might well be suggestive of hints.  Breathing, to be sure, was not easy, but became more so by degrees.

But with the complete recollection of his faculties came back the thought of what was involved in the question of release before the following day.  Early in the morning he had to be at the door of Tothill Fields’ Prison.  How if his release were delayed, through Slimy’s neglect or that of the agent he might employ?  As the first hour passed slowly by, this became the chief anxiety in Waymark’s mind.  It made him forgetful of the aching in his arms, caused by the bind ing together of his hands behind him, and left no room for anticipation of the other sufferings which would result from his being left thus for an indefinite period.  What would Ida do, if she came out and found no one to meet her?

His absence would make no one anxious, at all events not till more than a day had gone by.  Hitherto he had always taken his rents at once to Mr. Woodstock’s office, but the old gentleman was not likely to be disturbed by his non appearance; it would be accounted for in some simple way, and his coming expected on the following morning.  Then it was as good as certain that no one would come to Slimy’s room.  And, by the by, had not there been a sound of the turning of a key when Slimy took his departure?  He could not be quite sure of this; just then he had noticed all things so imperfectly.  Was it impossible to free a limb, or to ungag his mouth?  He tried to turn his head, but it was clear that throttling would be the only result of any such effort; and the bonds on hands and feet were immoveable.  No escape, save by Slimy’s aid.

He determined not to face the possibility of Slimy’s failing in his word; otherwise, anxiety would make him desperate.  He recognised now, for the first time fully, how much it meant to him, that meeting with Ida.  The shock he had experienced on hearing her sentence and beholding her face as she left the court had not, apparently, produced lasting results; his weakness surprised him when he looked back upon it.  In a day or two he had come to regard the event as finally severing him from Ida, and a certain calm ensuing hereupon led to the phase which ultimately brought him to Maud once more.  But Waymark’s introspection was at fault; he understood himself