My lady saw there was no reasoning with her that night.

"Come into my room, Rachel, the first thing to-morrow morning," she said.

"I shall have something to say to you." With those last words she left us slowly; thinking her own thoughts, and, to all appearance, not best pleased with the way by which they were leading her.
Miss Rachel was the next to say good-night.

She shook hands first with Mr.Godfrey, who was standing at the other end of the hall, looking at a picture.

Then she turned back to Mr.Franklin, still sitting weary and silent in a corner.
What words passed between them I can't say.