'Well done, Broomie!' was the boy's exultant comment on the tale of the codicil.
The house after Desmond's departure settled dreamily down.

Pamela, with red eyes, retreated to the schoolroom, and began to clear up the debris left by the packing; Alice Gaddesden went to sleep in the drawing-room; Mrs.Strang wrote urgent letters to registry offices, who now seldom answered her; the Squire was in the library, and Elizabeth retreated early to her own room.

She spent a good deal of time in writing up a locked diary, and finishing up a letter to her mother.

Then she saw to her astonishment that it was nearly one o'clock, and began to feel sleepy.
The night was warm, and before undressing she put out her light, and threw up her window.

There was a moon nearly at the full outside, and across the misty stretches of the park the owls were calling.
Suddenly she heard a distant footstep, and drew back from the window.