There was no sleep for
my eyes; of course. How should there be? I seemed to pass all
my life in review, and took the bearings of my present
position, and got calmed and quieted. I think they were silver
hours while I lay there, if time is ever made of such
material; not golden, for my happiness was not quite so
perfect. There were many things to temper it.
I rose up the minute the hours were over, for I could bear the
silence no longer, nor the losing any more time. Thorold
stopped his walk then, and we had a long talk over the fire by
ourselves, while Miss Cardigan slept on. Trust her, though,
for waking up when there was anything to be done. Long before
dawn she roused herself and went to call her servants and
order our early breakfast.
"What are you going to do now, Daisy?" said Thorold, turning
to me with a weight of earnestness in his eyes, and a flash of
that keen inspection which they sometimes gave me.
"You know —" I said, "I am going to study as hard as I can for
a month or two more, — till my school closes.
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