was answering, 'We'd better put Dolly into the waggonette at once.
Then I'll see to the luggage.'

Very like a parcel, so stiff were her legs, she was bundled into the
dark cavern of a closed waggonette, and, after a little lumbering, her
uncle and the young man got in after her, saying something about eleven
o'clock.

She was more awake now, and knew that they were driving through lighted
streets, and then, after an interval, turned into darkness, upon
gravel, and stopped at last before a door full of light, with figures
standing up dark in it. She heard a 'Well, William!' 'Well Lily, here
we are at last!' Then there were arms embracing her, and a kiss on each
cheek, as a soft voice said, 'My poor little girl! They wanted to sit
up for you, but it was too late, and I dare say you had rather be
quiet.'

She was led into a lamp-lit room, which dazzled her. It was spread
with food, but she was too much tired to eat, and her aunt saw how it
was, and telling Harry to take care of his uncle, she took the hand--
though it did not close on hers--and, climbing up what seemed to
Dolores an endless number of stairs, she said--

'You are up high, my dear; but I thought you would like a room to
yourself.'

'Poked away in an attic,' was Dolores's dreamy thought; while her aunt
added, to a tall, thin woman, who came out with a lamp in her hand--

'She is so tired that she had better go to bed directly, Mrs.