Hannah is so careless.
Excuse me, will you, and entertain yourself a while.

I reckon you can find your way back to the parlor." Ethelyn wanted nothing so much as to be left alone and free to indulge in the emotions which were fast getting the mastery of her.

Covering her face with her hands, as the door closed after Mrs.Dobson, she sat for a moment bereft of the power to think or feel.

Then, as things became more real, as great throbs of heat and pain went tearing through her temples, she remembered that she was in Richard's house, up in the room which Mrs.Dobson had termed the bridal chamber, the apartments which had been fitted up for Richard's bride, whoever she might be.
"I never counted on this," she whispered, as she paced up and down the range of rooms, from the little parlor or boudoir to the dressing room beyond the bedroom, and the little conservatory at the side, where the choicest of plants were in blossom, and where the dampness was so cool to her burning brow.
It did not strike her as strange that Richard should have thought of all this, nor did she wonder whose taste had aided him in making such a home.

She did not wonder at anything except at herself, who had missed so much and fallen into such depths of woe.
"Oh, Richard!" she sighed, as she went back to the bridal chamber.