The door was ajar, and voices could be faintly heard talking in the salon.

She even distinguished her mother's tones, and Lady Dighton's, but there were no others.

It was a relief to her.

She thought she ought to get up and go to them, but if Maurice had been there, or even Sir John, she felt that her courage would have failed.

She raised herself up, and pushed back her disordered hair; with a hand pressed to each temple, she tried to realize how she had awoke that very morning, hopeful and happy, and that she had had a dreadful loss which was _her own_--only hers, and could meet with no sympathy from others.