She gazed into the soft outer darkness, and found herself striving to discern the outlines of objects - the cottage at the end of the garden - the great beech-tree with the seat round it - the wire arches, up which the summer roses had clambered; each came out faint and dim against the dusky velvet of the atmosphere.Presently tea came, and there was the usual nightly bustle.The table was cleared, Mrs Gibson roused herself, and made the same remark about dear papa that she had done at the same hour for weeks past.Cynthia too did not look different to usual.And yet what a hidden mystery did her calmness hide, thought Molly.At length came bed-time, and the accustomary little speeches.Both Molly and Cynthia went to their own rooms without exchanging a word.When Molly was in hers she had forgotten if she was to go to Cynthia, or Cynthia to come to her.She took off her gown and put on her dressing-gown, and stood and waited, and even sate down for a minute or two; but Cynthia did not come, so Molly went and knocked at the opposite door, which, to her surprise, she found shut.When she entered the room Cynthia sate by her dressing-table, just as she came up from the drawing-room.She had been leaning her head on her arms, and seemed almost to have forgotten the tryst she had made with Molly, for she looked up as if startled, and her face did seem full of worry and distress; in her solitude she made no more exertion, but gave way to thoughts of care.
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