A young girl clad in plain black walked beside Miss Sibley, following the wheels.
'Danger is over,' Miss Sibley answered my gaze.

'She is convalescent.
You see how weak she is.' I praised the lady for what I deemed her great merit in not having quitted the service of the princess.
'Oh!' said she, 'my adieux to Sarkeld were uttered years ago.

But when I heard of her fall from the horse I went and nursed her.

We were once in dread of her leaving us.

She sank as if she had taken some internal injury.