She turned, and took a step back.

Mrs.
Lessingham moved towards her.
"You haven't forgotten anything that you wished to say to me ?" "Forgotten?
No, dear aunt." "It just come back to my mind that you were on the point of saying something a little while ago, and I interrupted you." "No.

Good night." Mrs.Lessingham did enter the girl's room something after midnight, carrying a dim taper.

Cecily was asleep, but lay as though fatigue had overcome her after much restless moving upon the pillow.

Her face was flushed; one of her hands, that on the coverlet, kept closing itself with a slight spasm.