Daylight View of the Man WHEN I put out my candle that night, I made a mistake--I trusted entirely to myself to wake in good time in the morning.

I ought to have told Zillah to call me.
Hours passed before I could close my eyes.

It was broken rest when it came, until the day dawned.

Then I fell asleep at last in good earnest.
When I woke, and looked at my watch, I was amazed to find that it was ten o'clock.
I jumped out of bed, and rang for the old nurse.

Was Lucilla at home?
No: she had gone out for a little walk.