Becky resumed her picture inspections with Alfred, but as the minutes dragged along and no Tom came to suffer, her triumph began to cloud and she lost interest; gravity and absentmindedness followed, and then melancholy; two or three times she pricked up her ear at a footstep, but it was a false hope; no Tom came.
Becky continua la seva inspecció de imatges amb Alfred; pero, com que els minuts anaven desfilant i Tom no compareixia a sofrir, son triomf comença d'ennuvolar-se i perdé interes.