On leaving the piano, she was thoughtful.
At ten o'clock Mrs.Mapper came to conduct Thyrza to her bedroom.
'We have breakfast at half-past eight to-morrow,' Mrs.Ormonde said.
'If I am up in time,' Thyrza asked, 'may I go out before breakfast ?' 'Do just as you like, my dear,' the other answered, with a smile.

'I want you to enjoy your visit.' In spite of the strangeness of her room, and of the multitude of thoughts and feelings to which the day had given birth, Thyrza was not long awake.

She passed into a dreamland where all she had newly learnt was reproduced and glorified.

But the rising sun had not to wait long for the opening of her eyes.

She sprang from bed and to the window, whence, however, she could only see the tall chestnuts and a neighbouring cottage.