She slipped rather limply down in her chair and covered her eyes.
A day passed--and another--and another.

Outside Mrs.De Peyster's suite these days flew by with honeymoon rapidity; within, they lingered, and clung on, and seemed determined never to go, as is time's malevolent practice with those imprisoned.

Mrs.De Peyster could hear Mary practicing, and practicing hard--and, yes, brilliantly.

As for Jack, Matilda told her on her later visits--and her later bundles contained a larger and more palatable supply of food than had the first package--Matilda said that Jack, too, was working hard.

Furthermore, Matilda admitted, the pair were having the jolliest of honeymoons.
And a further thing Matilda told on her third furtive, after-midnight visit.