The cheerful hearts now broken.
"Thus in the stilly night—ere slumber's chain hath bound me
Fond memory brings the light
Of other days around me!"
Celia: (Bursting in.) Where is Conan?
Conan: What do you want of me?
Celia: I have got the hair brush.
Conan: Let you not come near me!
Celia: And the comb!
Conan: Get away from me!