It is for a charity, chiefly." Mr.Pole fumbled in his pocket, muttering, "No money here--cheque-book in town.

I'll give it you," he said aloud, "to-morrow morning--morrow morning, early." "That will do, papa;" and Adela relieved him immediately by shooting far away from the topic.
The ladies retired early to their hall of council in the bedchamber of Arabella, and some time after midnight Cornelia went to her room; but she could not sleep.

She affected, in her restlessness, to think that her spirits required an intellectual sedative, so she went down to the library for a book; where she skimmed many--a fashion that may be recommended, for assisting us to a sense of sovereign superiority to authors, and also of serene contempt for all mental difficulties.
Fortified in this way, Cornelia took a Plutarch and an Encyclopaedia under her arm, to return to her room.

But one volume fell, and as she stooped to recover it, her candle shared its fate.

She had to find her way back in the dark.