Mrs. Arnold looked at her watch and rose wearily.
"It is almost morning," she said; "I think I will retire. Good-night, my dear, and pleasant dreams."
"They cannot fail to be pleasant!" answered Felise, with her mocking, triumphant laugh.
But her dreams were all waking ones.
She was too triumphant and excited to sleep.
"This is a happy, happy night for me!" she exclaimed again and again.
[CHAPTER XXXI.]
Bonnibel was completely crushed by the knowledge that Colonel Carlyle had put into execution his threat of making her a prisoner.
For a moment she ran wildly about the room, passionately seeking some mode of egress, filled with the impulse of seeking and following her poor, maltreated Lucy.