I could not sleep.

I used to see the morning break.

Perhaps here and there a drum would begin to beat, the cries of children would rise up from the streets, and I would lie in my bed with my hands clenched, thinking of the jingle of a hansom cab along the streets of London, and the gas lamps paling as the grey light spread.

Violet!" Violet twisted her hands one within the other.

This was just what she had thought to avoid, to shut out from her mind--the knowledge that he had suffered.