Yes; I am quite strong enough.

I want to go away from here--from you all.

I want to be at rest, somewhere where I can try to forget.

What a downfall! What a downfall!" Celia, with the tears in her eyes, put her arm round the trembling form.
"Dear Lady Heyton," she murmured, "you must not give way.

It may not be all as black as you think.