She was so strangely unlike herself to-night.
Half an hour later the room was in silence save for the whispering between the occupants of those beds sufficiently close to each other to permit this luxury.

When the neighbouring clock of St.George's, Bloomsbury, chimed half-past nine even these subdued sounds had ceased.
At half-past ten the moon was at the full.

The pale light streamed through the small window panes and threw the shadows of the broad framework lattice-wise on Lavinia's bed which was next the window.

In daylight she had but to lie on her right side and she could see across the fields and the rising ground each side of the Fleet river to the villages of Islington and Hornsey.
Gradually the latticed shadow crept upwards.

It at last reached Lavinia's face.