"Indeed you must not, Trix. Wait till she makes her appearance: that
will be time enough," answered her brother.
"Oh, this is a horrible night; I wish it were over. I cannot go to bed;
nobody can. The ladies are all sitting huddled together in the
dressing-room, although the fire has gone out; and the servants are all
gathered in the kitchen, too panic-stricken to do anything. Oh, an awful
night! I wish it were morning."
"It will soon be daylight now, dear Beatrix. You had better go and
rejoin your companions."
And so the brother and sister separated for the night; Beatrix going to
sit and shudder with the other ladies in the dressing-room, and Clement
returning to the parlor to lounge and doze among the gentlemen.
Only his anxiety for Sybil's safety so much disturbed his repose, that
if he did but drop into an instant's slumber he started from it in a
vague fright. So the small hours of the morning wore on and brought the
dull, drizzly, wintry daylight.
Meanwhile Lyon and Sybil Berners rode on through mist and rain.