When Mrs. Drane returned to her room, having gone down at her daughter's
request to pay the telegraph messenger, she found her daughter lying on a
couch, her face wet with tears. But in ten minutes Cicely was sitting up
and chattering gayly. The good lady was rejoiced to know that there was
no foundation for the evils they had feared, but she could not understand
why her daughter, usually a cool-headed little thing and used to
self-control, should be so affected by the news. And in the morning she
was positively frightened when Cicely informed her that she had not slept
a wink all night.
Mrs. Drane had not seen Ralph's face when he stretched out his arms
toward her daughter.
CHAPTER XXXIX
UNDISTURBED LETTUCE
When Ralph Haverley came in from his long moonlight ramble, he was so
happy that he went to bed and slept as sound as rock. But before he
closed his eyes he said to himself,--
"I will do that to-morrow; the very first thing to-morrow."
But people do not always do what they intend to do the very first thing
in the morning, and this was the case with Ralph.
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