I, Lucy Snowe, was calm.
The little creature, thus left unharassed, did for herself what none other could do--contended with an intolerable feeling; and, ere long, in some degree, repressed it.

That day she would accept solace from none; nor the next day: she grew more passive afterwards.
On the third evening, as she sat on the floor, worn and quiet, Graham, coming in, took her up gently, without a word.

She did not resist: she rather nestled in his arms, as if weary.

When he sat down, she laid her head against him; in a few minutes she slept; he carried her upstairs to bed.

I was not surprised that, the next morning, the first thing she demanded was, "Where is Mr.Graham ?" It happened that Graham was not coming to the breakfast-table; he had some exercises to write for that morning's class, and had requested his mother to send a cup of tea into the study.