All this was very unusual, and again I was, with a beating heart, leaning with my elbow on my pillow.
Mrs.Rusk came along the gallery in a minute or so after, and stopping at my door, began to open it gently.

I was startled, and challenged my visitor with-- 'Who's there ?' 'It's only Rusk, Miss.

Dearie me! and are you awake still ?' 'Is papa ill ?' 'Ill! not a bit ill, thank God.

Only there's a little black book as I took for your prayer-book, and brought in here; ay, here it is, sure enough, and he wants it.

And then I must go down to the study, and look out this one, "C, 15;" but I can't read the name, noways; and I was afraid to ask him again; if you be so kind to read it, Miss--I suspeck my eyes is a-going.' I read the name; and Mrs.Rusk was tolerably expert at finding out books, as she had often been employed in that way before.