expecting

Attend to yourself; answer me.” Dantès waited, expecting a question, but in vain.

Holmes’s calculation was fulfilled within a very few minutes by the appearance of Billy, the page, with the very letter which we were expecting.

“No, sire, but I am hourly expecting one; it may have arrived since I left my office.”

Sherlock Holmes’ earnest demeanour had so far convinced us that we all sat in silence, watching the animal intently, and expecting some startling effect.