She vanished.
“I declare I am dead-tired,” I said, and I sank down on the sofa.
“What a good thing Augusta wasn’t here!” said Hermione.
“Yes; she wouldn’t have understood a bit,” I said.
I went to Augusta’s room that night before I lay down to rest. She was sound asleep in the dress she had travelled in. She had not even taken the trouble to put a wrap over her. She looked tired, and was murmuring Latin verses in her sleep.
“It is not the right place for her; she will never, never get on with these baronesses and comtesses, and all this medley of foreign life,” I could not help saying to myself.
I covered her up, but did not attempt to awake her; and then I went to my own room, got into bed, and went to sleep with a whirl of emotion and wonder filling my brain.