How could I bear my future life! In this house, among those people--oh, how could I endure to live! John just then entered the hall, and seeing me, told me he had been sent in search of me, adding that he had taken in the tea, and master wished to know if I were coming.
'Ask Mrs.Hattersley to be so kind as to make the tea, John,' said I.
'Say I am not well to-night, and wish to be excused.' I retired into the large, empty dining-room, where all was silence and darkness, but for the soft sighing of the wind without, and the faint gleam of moonlight that pierced the blinds and curtains; and there I walked rapidly up and down, thinking of my bitter thoughts alone.

How different was this from the evening of yesterday! That, it seems, was the last expiring flash of my life's happiness.

Poor, blinded fool that I was to be so happy! I could now see the reason of Arthur's strange reception of me in the shrubbery; the burst of kindness was for his paramour, the start of horror for his wife.

Now, too, I could better understand the conversation between Hattersley and Grimsby; it was doubtless of his love for her they spoke, not for me.
I heard the drawing-room door open: a light quick step came out of the ante-room, crossed the hall, and ascended the stairs.

It was Milicent, poor Milicent, gone to see how I was--no one else cared for me; but she still was kind.