The Shadow of the Past by Ethel Mills

The day wore slowly away. No one visited the rondavel. Although he knew the wish to be preposterous, Matheson nevertheless felt a strong desire to see Honor. He did not want to talk to her; he merely wished to see her. He would have been satisfied had she entered to confer with her mother, and left again without paying any heed to him -- had she even passed the open door so that he might, unseen, have watched her go by.

But Honor did not come.