"Half-past eleven," answered Elizabeth, solemnly. "My hour has come!"
"I thought it was later," groaned Elsie. "Will it never be morning?"
"Soon enough," whispered Elizabeth, "soon enough."
"I wonder if Grant has gone to bed; I asked him if he was sleepy, and he—"
"Well?"
"Oh, he only gave a queer sort of laugh, and said, 'Sensible people always are sleepy when it comes bedtime.'"
Elizabeth had said truly her hour had come, but she could not go yet; she must wait until all danger of discovery was over—stand there breathless while her husband forgot her and her agony in peaceful sleep. They were both silent for a time, then Elsie began to shiver again, like some young bird lost from its nest in a storm.
"Oh, if it would only come morning!"
"Soon enough, soon enough," repeated Elizabeth, as before.
"Do talk to me; I shall die if you don't!"