She was soon appointed to the temporary charge of a class of little girls, whose regular teacher was then absent on a summer tour of the watering places.
Afterward she attended both morning and afternoon services, and went to a missionary meeting in the evening.
Still, after all the fatigues of the day, she was unable to sleep at night, and again she had recourse to the deadly drug.
On Monday morning she paid her week's bill at the hotel and removed to the Misses Cranes'.
She was received with lofty politeness by the two maiden ladies; and she was put in immediate possession of her apartment—a spacious chamber, with a balcony overhanging the front flower-garden.
She had scarcely finished unpacking her effects and transferring them from her trunks to the bureaus and wardrobes of the chamber, before a card was brought to her by the neat parlor-maid of the establishment.
The card bore the name of Mr. Craven Kyte.
"Where is the gentleman?" inquired Mrs. Grey.
"In the drawing-room, madam," answered the maid.
"Ask him to be so kind as to wait. I will be down directly," said Mrs. Grey.