He considered this gravely for a moment. It seemed sensible enough, and he was so very, very tired. He shut his eyes with a little sigh.
When he awoke again it was morning of the next day, and the sun streamed in the window, making him blink.
Someone rustled forward, and he saw it was the lady who had called him dear and bidden him go to sleep.
He smiled, and a very thin hand came out of the bedclothes.
"But who are you?" he demanded a little querulously.
Miss Betty patted his hand gently.
"Still worrying your poor head over that? I am Di's Aunt Betty—though, to be sure, you don't know who Di is!"
Remembrance was coming back to my lord.
"Why—why—you are the lady in the coach!—Tracy—I remember!"