"The darkness makes no difference to _me._ I can see him in my thoughts." She nestled her head comfortably on the pillows, and tapped me saucily on the cheek, as I bent over her.

"Own the advantage I have over you now," she said.

"_You_ can't see at night without your candle.

_I_ could go all over the house, at this moment, without making a false step anywhere." When I left her that night, I sincerely believe "poor Miss Finch" was the happiest woman in England..