Lucy was resting in her room.

The Rev.Mr.Strong paced nervously back and forth in the garden for a time, then dropped heavily into an easy chair.

The French maid, stepping quietly about placed a pillow under his head, which kindness he accepted gratefully.

The garden was still.

There were no sharp near-noises, the city's activity coming merely as a faint distant hum.
The minister closed his eyes, but he did not go to sleep.