"Yes. She is floating tranquilly as a dove."
"What is her name?"
"My Unknown Lady."
"Mercy on us! That ought to satisfy even Elisha."
"It did," said Marcia.
[Chapter VIII]
Sylvia's plans, so well laid and apparently so easy of execution did not, to her chagrin, work out, for instead of awaking and demanding supper Stanley Heath slept without a break until morning.