But on the morning after the concert Lydia was glad to see that the head beside her own was weighed down with sleep when the hour for rising had come.

She dressed as quietly as possible, leaving the blind drawn, and descended to say that Thyrza would be a little longer than usual.

Gilbert was in the parlour.
'Has she slept well ?' he asked.
'Not very well.

She couldn't get the sound of the music out of her ears.

But she's fast now.' 'We shall have to be careful of her, Lyddy,' Gilbert said, anxiously.
For he had had her face before him all night, with its pale, wearied look of over-excitement.