I am sure you will be better satisfied if you know that." Ralph looked his thanks, and softly, but quickly, she went up the stairs.
At a little landing she stopped.
"Do you know," she whispered, looking back, with the candle throwing her head and hair into the prettiest lights and shadows, "I think this stairway is lovely;" and then she went on and disappeared.
In a few minutes she leaned over the upper part of the banisters and softly spoke to him.
"She is sleeping as sweetly and as quietly as the dearest of angels.

I do not believe I shall disturb her in the least.

Good-night, Mr.Haverley." And with her face thrown into a new light,--this time by the hall lamp below,--she smiled ever so sweetly, and then drew back her head.

In half a minute it reappeared.

She was right; he was still looking up.
"I forgot to say," she whispered, "that all the windows in Miriam's room are open.