Mr.Bent's forge! It must be nearly daylight now; the poor fellow had been up all night, or else was stealing this early march on the day.

She recalled Adele's sudden eulogium of him.

The first natural smile that had come to her lips since the earthquake broke up her nervous restraint, and sent her back more like her old self to her couch.
But she had not proceeded far towards the tent, when she heard the sound of low voices approaching her.

It was the major and his wife, who, like herself, had evidently been unable to sleep, and were up betimes.

A new instinct of secretiveness, which she felt was partly the effect of her artificial surrounding, checked her first natural instinct to call to them, and she drew back deeper in the shadow to let them pass.