She fell asleep thinking of him, thrilling in the dark.
In the gray of the morning she was wakened by Aunt Lydia's maid. Aunt Deborah was dangerously ill. They were to leave at once.
All the way to Philadelphia Christabel fretted. If only she had known yesterday
But a letter came from Curtis:
"What have I done? Why did you run away without a word? If I come over to Germantown next Saturday, will you see me?"
And the following Monday Christabel wrote to Elliott:
"Let me go from your life with no bitterness, no crying-out, but gently, as the Little Mermaid melted into foam. We have always given each other Truth, and I must give you Truth now, although it breaks my heart" And so strong is habit that she ended the sentence "my darling," and had to rewrite the letter.
