Little Clare kissed her mama, curtsied to the lingering curate, and went to bed like a very good girl.

Immediately the maid had departed, little Clare deliberately exchanged night, attire for that of day.

She was noted as an obedient child.

Her light was allowed to burn in her room for half-an-hour, to counteract her fears of the dark.

She took the light, and stole on tiptoe to Richard's room.