that A. B. would hear of to his advantage if he communicated with Mr. Snipper of Lincoln's Inn Fields. I tried to imagine what a weight of woe would be lifted from the heart of Lottie L. when she read that all would be forgiven if she would only return to Jack D.
"You are tired, Elsie," said Arthur at last, pausing in an interesting move as I yawned in an ultra-outrageous manner.
"Very," I said.
Then he forgot that I was there.
At midnight they were still hard at it. My eyelids were closing with fatigue. I was raging inwardly (which ought to have kept me awake, but it did not).
At one o'clock I could stand it no longer. I rose from my chair and went towards the door.
"Good-night," I said, looking straight in front of me. If they replied, I did not hear them. I fled to my room.
