They lingered there until the clock struck ten--Kate's songs and the moonlight charming the hours away.

When they went into the house, and took their night-lamps, Stanford bade them good-bye.
"I shall probably be off before any of you open your eyes on this mortal life to-morrow morning," he said, "and so had better say good-bye now." "You leave by the eight A.M.train, then," said the Captain.

"It seems to me everybody is running off just when they ought to stay at home." Stanford laughed, and shook hands with Grace and Kate--with one as warmly as with the other--and was gone.

Kate's face looked pale and sad, as she went slowly upstairs with that dim foreshadowing still at her heart.
Breakfast was awaiting the traveller next morning at half-past seven, when he ran down stairs, ready for his journey.

More than breakfast was waiting.