In the morning, when Lucia woke, her note to Maurice lay on the open desk, where she had left it, and was the first thing to remind her of what she had heard and done.

She went and took it up to destroy it, but laid it down again irresolutely.
"I do want him," she said to herself.

"Without any nonsense, I ought to see him again before he does anything.

I ought to tell him I am sorry for being so cross and ungrateful; and if he were married, or even engaged, I could not do it; it would be like confessing to a stranger." There was something very like a sob, making her throat swell as she considered.

He would perhaps see them again, Mr.Leigh said.