And now, lords and ladies, to bed, to bed.

I have swallowed such large draughts of surprise to-night, I can bear no more.
A kind good night to all.

Myrvin," he called out from the hall, "if you are as early to-morrow as you were at Oxford, we will be off to Trevilion and inspect your new vicarage before breakfast, and back by night." "Not to-morrow, Arthur," entreated Emmeline, in a low voice, as he followed her from the room.
"Not to-morrow, dearest," he replied, tenderly, as he drew her to his bosom, and bade God bless her.
The other members of the family also separated, Ellen one of the last, for Lady Emily at first detained her in some trifling converse, and Mrs.
Hamilton was telling her of something she wished her niece to do for her the next morning.

Ellen was standing in the shade as her aunt spoke; all had left the room except Edward and themselves, and humming a lively air, the former was departing, when, turning round to wish his sister good night, the light flashed full upon her face, and there was something in its expression, in its almost unearthly paleness, that made him suddenly start and cease his song.
"Merciful heaven! Ellen, what is the matter?
You look like a ghost." "Do not be silly, Edward, there is nothing the matter.

I am quite well, only warm," she replied, struggling to smile, but her voice was so choked, her smile so unnatural, that not only her brother but her aunt was alarmed.
"You are deceiving us, my dear girl, you are not well.