After dinner, sitting alone with Rachel under the great swinging lamp, Helen was struck by her pallor.

It once more occurred to her that there was something strange in the girl's behaviour.
"You look tired.

Are you tired ?" she asked.
"Not tired," said Rachel.

"Oh, yes, I suppose I am tired." Helen advised bed, and she went, not seeing Richard again.

She must have been very tired for she fell asleep at once, but after an hour or two of dreamless sleep, she dreamt.