At any rate, she must get up and struggle to make the day like all other days.
So she rose, confessing that she did not feel very well, but trying to make light of it, and when she could think of anything but the one awe, to say a trivial sentence or two.

But she could not recollect how she behaved in general, for her life hitherto had been simple, and led without any consciousness of effect.
Before she was dressed, a message came up to say that Mr.Livingstone was in the drawing-room.
Mr.Livingstone! He belonged to the old life of yesterday! The billows of the night had swept over his mark on the sands of her memory; and it was only by a strong effort that she could remember who he was--what he wanted.

She sent Mason down to inquire from the servant who admitted him whom it was that he had asked for.
"He asked for master first.

But master has not rung for his water yet, so James told him he was not up.

Then he took thought for a while, and asked could he speak to you, he would wait if you were not at liberty but that he wished particular to see either master, or you.