but it's going to be frightful, if I am to be imprisoned for weeks and
weeks. I won't ring for that deceitful Sarah Grant, and I'll never give
in, if they keep me until the day of judgment."

She began pacing up and down the room. Death-like stillness reigned.
Hours passed. Weary with the long drive, she threw herself upon the bed
at last, and fell fast asleep.

A noise near awoke her after a prolonged slumber. She looked up; the gas
still burned, but she was no longer alone. Sarah stood by the table,
arranging a tempting breakfast.

"What's that?" abruptly demanded Mollie.

Sarah courtesied respectfully.

"Your breakfast, miss."

"It is to-morrow, then?" said Mollie.

"It is to-day, miss," responded the girl, with a smile.

"What's the hour?"

"Past eight, Miss Dane."

"Are you going to stay here with me?"

"No, miss."