What a beast I feel, with my grandeur, and the time in an hour or two for the birds to sing, and me ready to drop.

I must go and undress.' She rushed on Chloe, kissed her hastily, declaring that she was quite dead of fatigue, and dismissed her.

'I don't want help, I can undress myself.

As if Susan Barley couldn't do that for herself! and you may shut your door, I sha'n't have any frights to-night, I'm so tired out.' 'Another kiss,' Chloe said tenderly.
'Yes, take it'-- the duchess leaned her cheek--'but I'm so tired I don't know what I'm doing.' 'It will not be on your conscience,' Chloe answered, kissing her warmly.
Will those words she withdrew, and the duchess closed the door.

She ran a bolt in it immediately.
'I'm too tired to know anything I'm doing,' she said to herself, and stood with shut eyes to hug certain thoughts which set her bosom heaving.
There was the bed, there was the clock.