He was often kept away , and of course he was a little cross at her yet , as was natural . If he had come before her then , she could have gone down in the very dust at his feet and implored his forgiveness . When she reached home she went into the garden and sat down . The calm of the night soothed her . She felt happier and more hopeful . She thought over all that had passed between her and Spencer and all his loving assurances , and the recollection comforted her . She was almost happy when she went in . Tomorrow is Sunday , she thought when she wakened in the morning . Her step was lighter and her face brighter . Mrs. Bowes seemed to be in a bad humour . Presently she said bluntly : `` Do you know that Spencer Morgan was here last night ? '' Estella felt the cold tighten round her heart . Yet underneath it sprang up a wild , sweet hope . `` Spencer here ! I suppose he forgot it was prayer meeting night . What did he say ? Why did n't you tell him where I was ? '' `` I do n't know that he forgot it was prayer meeting night , '' returned Mrs. Bowes with measured emphasis . '' 'T is n't likely his memory has failed so all at once . He did n't ask where you was .
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