turned back into the hall and exclaimed in a peremptory voice, "Come outside and see, Wilfrid; it's wonderful."
Some half-stirred; some rose; some dropped their balls of wool and began to stoop to look for them.
"To bed—to bed," said Miss Allan.
"It was the move with your Queen that gave it away, Pepper," exclaimed Mr. Elliot triumphantly, sweeping the pieces together and standing up. He had won the game.
"What? Pepper beaten at last? I congratulate you!" said Arthur Venning, who was wheeling old Mrs. Paley to bed.
All these voices sounded gratefully in St. John's ears as he lay half-asleep, and yet vividly conscious of everything around him. Across his eyes passed a procession of objects, black and indistinct, the figures of people picking up their books, their cards, their balls of wool, their work-baskets, and passing him one after another on their way to bed.
