Certainly Drusilla had never known remorse, anguish or despair, yet all these wailed forth in her soul-thrilling tones.
She ceased, and dropped her head, exhausted, on her book.
Alexander made no comment, but took her hand and led her from the instrument, and then went and resolutely shut it down.
“There! what do you think of that?” demanded the old lady, triumphantly.
“I will tell you some other time,” said Alexander, and he took and lighted a bedroom candle, and put it into Drusilla’s hand, and said:
“Good night! go to bed, my child.”
Drusilla took the light and turned to the old lady, and held up her face for a kiss.
And Mrs. Lyon stooped and touched her lips, saying, with a smile:
“I suppose I may kiss you now.”
Alexander held the door open until the girl had passed out, and then he shut it after her and returned to his seat.