Death-like stillness reigned.
Hours passed.

Weary with the long drive, she threw herself upon the bed at last, and fell fast asleep.
A noise near awoke her after a prolonged slumber.

She looked up; the gas still burned, but she was no longer alone.

Sarah stood by the table, arranging a tempting breakfast.
"What's that ?" abruptly demanded Mollie.
Sarah courtesied respectfully.
"Your breakfast, miss." "It is to-morrow, then ?" said Mollie.
"It is to-day, miss," responded the girl, with a smile.
"What's the hour ?" "Past eight, Miss Dane." "Are you going to stay here with me ?" "No, miss." "Why did you tell me such lies last night, you shameful girl ?" "I told you what I was ordered to tell you." "By whom ?" "My master." "Who is your master?
Old Satan ?" "I hope not, miss." "Who, then?
What is his name ?" "Excuse me.

Miss Dane," said the girl, quietly.