You'll get you to bed.

You're a dear, mild, sweet, good young woman.

I'm never deceived in character." Vaunting her penetration, she accompanied Rhoda to Dahlia's chamber, bidding her sleep speedily, or that when her sister came they would be talking till the cock crowed hoarse.
"There's a poultry-yard close to us ?" said Rhoda; feeling less at home when she heard that there was not.
The night was quiet and clear.

She leaned her head out of the window, and heard the mellow Sunday evening roar of the city as of a sea at ebb.
And Dahlia was out on the sea.

Rhoda thought of it as she looked at the row of lamps, and listened to the noise remote, until the sight of stars was pleasant as the faces of friends.