"Is it a fine night, Mrs. Lenoir?"
"Clear and bright, Lizzie. There is no sign of rain. To-morrow will be a lovely day."
"I am so happy!"
Mrs. Lenoir resumes her seat by the bedside.
"Do not take any notice of me, Lizzie. I will sit here quite quietly, and when you are asleep, I will go to my room."
So long a silence follows--or it seems so long to the happy girl--that she falls into a doze, to be but partially aroused by Mrs. Lenoir's voice, calling very softly:
"Lizzie!"
"Yes, Charlie!" Thus betraying herself.
"It is not Charlie; it is I, Mrs. Lenoir."
"Oh, I beg your pardon, Mrs. Lenoir. What a foolish girl you must think me--and how ungrateful!"