You are working late to-night; that is not wise." "I was out, took a holiday, this afternoon, and was making up for it; but I enjoy working at night; it is so quiet--but it is always quiet here, in this great place." "You have no father and mother ?" he said, after a pause, during which he was trying to remember what Mr.Clendon had told him of her.
"No, my lord," said Celia.

"I have no one belonging to me." "That is sad," he said, more to himself than to her.

"Mrs.Dexter looks after you, I suppose?
I must tell her to see that you do not work too hard." "She is more than kind to me," said Celia, warmly.
There was another pause; she did not know whether to remain or stay; but, as he had taken up the draft catalogue, she paused, standing by the table and waiting to see if he would speak to her again.
"Do you not feel lonely here ?" he asked.
"Oh, no," she replied, promptly.

"Not the very least.

There is Mrs.
Dexter, and the books and----" She laid her hand on the head of Roddy, who strolled in at the moment, and, after wagging his tail in response to her caress, moved slowly to the Marquess and thrust a wet, cold nose against the long, thin hand.