No sooner was the storm of anger passed than the tenderness and timidity of her nature returned, and she could do nothing but love and mourn.

Her inexperience prevented her from imagining the consequences of her disappearance from the Manor; she foresaw none of the terrible details of alarm and distress and search that must ensue.

'They will think I am dead,' she said to herself, 'and by-and-by they will forget me, and Maynard will get happy again, and love some one else.' She was roused from her absorption by a knock at the door.

Mrs.Bellamy was there.

She had come by Mr.Gilfil's request to see how Miss Sarti was, and to bring her some food and wine.
'You look sadly, my dear,' said the old housekeeper, 'an' you're all of a quake wi' cold.