Well!--in a few days--Sunday week--she was to see him, and judge for herself.
* * * * * Meanwhile visitors were almost shut out.

The villa sank into a convent-like quiet; for in a week, ten days, the book was perhaps to be finished.

Miss Manisty, as the crisis approached, kept a vigilant eye on Mrs.Burgoyne.
She was in constant dread of a delicate woman's collapse; and after the sittings in the library had lasted a certain time she had now the courage to break in upon them, and drive Manisty's Egeria out of her cave to rest and to the garden.
So Lucy, as the shadows lengthened in the garden, would hear the sound of a light though languid step, and would look up to see a delicate white face smiling down upon her.
'Oh! how tired you must be!' she would say, springing up.

'Let me make a place for you here under the trees.' 'No, no.

Let us move about.