He would demand an explanation, of course; would it be haughtily refused by that haughty sister, or would the mystery of Mr.Richards be opened for him?
A clock down-stairs struck two.

Rose remembered that late watching involved pale cheeks and dull eyes, and got up, said her prayers with sleepy devotion, and went to bed.
The sunlight of another bright March day flooded her room when she awoke from a troubled dream of Mr.Richards.It was only seven o'clock, but she arose, dressed rapidly, and, before eight, opened the dining-room door.
Early as the hour was, the apartment was occupied.

Grace sat at one of the windows, braiding elaborately an apron, and Captain Danton stood beside her, looking on.

Grace glanced up, her colour heightening at Rose's entrance.
"Good morning, Miss Rose," said her father.

"Early to bed and early to rise, eh?
When did you take to getting up betimes ?" "Good morning, papa.