Only Miss Raeburn held indignantly aloof, and would not pretend, even to Mrs.Boyce.
And now Marcella was tired--dead tired, she said to herself, both in mind and body.

She lay back in the carriage, trying to sink herself in her own fatigue, to forget everything, to think of nothing.

Outside the night was mild, and the moon clear.

For some days past, after the break up of the long frost, there had been heavy rain.

Now the rain had cleared away, and in the air there was already an early promise of spring.