CHAPTER XV.
I SHALL HAVE SEEN HIM.
Go on, go on: Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserved All tongues to talk their bitterest.
_Winter's Tale_.
Of course, the night was entirely sleepless after such, a day.

I was over-tired, and the coffee would have been fatal to rest in any case.

I tossed about restlessly till three o'clock, and then fell into a heavy sleep.
The sun was shining into the room, and I heard the voices of people on the lawn when I awoke.

When I went down, after a hurried and nervous half-hour of dressing, I found the morning, apparently, half gone, and the breakfast-table cleared.
Mary Leighton, with a croquet mallet in her hand, was following Kilian through the hall to get a drink of water.

She made a great outcry at me and my appearance.
"What a headache you must have," she cried.