Colonel Herbert came forward and stationed himself near the door. "I cannot bear this long," he whispered. "Amy, my darling child, I must go to her soon," and Amy, unable to restrain her own eagerness, answered her mothers summons.
"Who is in the ante-room?" said Mrs Herbert. "You were speaking to some one."
"My uncle was there," answered Amy; "he did not know at first that you were asleep."
"Is it late?" asked Mrs Herbert. "You look so flushed, my love; have you been dancing much?"
"No, not much, mamma; there were so many; and I sat still a great while, and then I came up to you."
"I must have slept very long," said Mrs Herbert; "and I would willingly sleep for ever, if my dreams could be as happy; but I will not murmur; it is an infinite blessing to have an hour's rest to the mind, even if it be unreal."
"It may be real soon, mamma," said Amy, and her voice trembled as she spoke.
Mrs Herbert looked at her anxiously. "You are worn out with excitement and fatigue, my dear; that flush on your cheek is very unnatural."
"I don't feel tired at all, mamma," replied Amy; "but my face is rather burning, I think."
"There is something the matter, I am sure," said her mother; "you never looked so before. Are you sure you have not been vexed at anything?"