They seemed a terribly long time coming, but I kept telling myself that Clara would not betray me; and I recalled with delight now that I had suffered punishment for her trick, when she moved the lady principal's chair to her fall. "But there," I said to myself, "they shall tear me in pieces before they know anything I don't, want to tell. But, oh, did poor Achille escape? and what was that fearful crash? I do hope it was the Signor, for poor Achille's sake. But how wet whoever it was must have been!" "And you will prepare your things for leaving early in the morning, Miss Fitzacre," exclaimed Mrs Blunt, angrily, as she opened the door of the bedroom, and the light shone in. "Now, go to bed immediately. Is Miss Bozerne here?" "Yes, ma'am," I replied, just raising my head from the pillow. "Oh! that is right," said her ladyship; "and Miss Smith?" There was no answer. "Miss Smith! where is Miss Smith?" shrieked Lady Blunt from the door, evidently thinking that poor Patty was in the plot. "Miss Smith! Miss Smith!" she shrieked again. "D-o-o-o-n't--Be quiet!" muttered the sleepy-headed little thing. "Oh! that will do," said Mrs Blunt. "Don't wake her. Miss Bozerne, you must excuse me for locking you in during the rest of the night; but if you object, perhaps Fraulein Liebeskinden will allow you to sleep with--" "Oh no, thank you, ma'am," I said, hastily; "I shall not mind." "Good night, then, Miss Bozerne," she said, very shortly; while I felt such a hypocrite that I hardly knew what to do. "Lost girl!" she continued, as she shut the door, and turned the key, which she took away with her, leaving poor Clara standing, pale and motionless, in the centre of the room; but no sooner had the light disappeared, and shone no more in beneath the crack at the bottom of the door, than she gave one great sob-- "Oh! Laura," she exclaimed; and then, throwing herself into my arms, she cried and sobbed so wildly and hysterically, that I was quite frightened. For she was now giving vent to the pent-up feelings of the last quarter of an hour; but after awhile she calmed down, and with only a sob now and then to interrupt us--for, of course, I too could not help crying-- we quietly talked the matter over. "No; not a word," said the poor girl, in answer to a question of mine-- which, of course, you can guess--"not a word; they may send me away and punish me as they like, but not a word will I ever say about it." "Then they know nothing at all about me, or--" I stammered and stopped. "You ought to have more confidence in me than to ask such a thing," cried Clara, passionately, as she began to sob again. "You would not have betrayed me if you had been in my position; now, would you?" I did not know. While, being naturally nervous, I was afraid perhaps I might, if put to the test; but I did not say so. "What could have made that horrible crashing noise?" said Clara at last; "do you think it was the policeman, dear?"