Even that little told on her sensitive organization; it roused her sinking energies of body and mind.

After watching her anxiously, without attracting her notice, Horace left her again to attend to the fire at the other end of the room.

Her eyes followed him slowly with a hard and tearless despair.

"Rally your spirits," she repeated to herself in a whisper.

"My spirits! O God!" She looked round her at the luxury and beauty of the room, as those look who take their leave of familiar scenes.