"You and Theophil will not see each other for a long time again." "Sleep well," said Isabel, kissing her; and as she did so, she thought there was a curious convulsiveness in Jenny's embrace.
When she had gone, the two looked at each other.

"She seemed strange," said Isabel.
"I think I will go and see her for a moment," said Theophil.
So it was that, tapping at Jenny's door, he found her lying across her bed with the gas still down.

"Crying, dear!" he exclaimed.
"O Theophil dear, don't come," she said; "it's only silly nerves.

Go back to Isabel; I shall be better when I've had a sleep.

Do go, dear, like a kind boy.