She had no thought of being gentle and loving to him.

She declared to herself that she had no wish of saying good-bye to him once again.

But yet she was in the room, waiting for him, when he came down to his breakfast.

She had been unable to sleep, and had reasoned with herself as to the absurdity of lying in bed awake, when she preferred to be up and out of the house.

It was true that she had not been out of her bed at seven any morning since she had been at Nuncombe Putney; but that was no reason why she should not be more active on this special morning.