But it was not. Fidelia heard his voice at the door after she had gone to her room for the night. She did not hear what he said, but she heard Mrs Stone's answer. "Yes, you did give us a scare. But there is no harm done. At least I hope not. They've both gone to bed anyhow. You can't very well see either of them to-night." "I will call to-morrow, if possible. But if I should not see them again to-morrow--" That was all Fidelia heard. "Not see him to-morrow! No, nor the next day, nor the next--nor ever again, I hope and pray," said Fidelia, hiding her face in her hands. For she was beginning to understand what had come upon her. And had she been a traitor to herself as well as to Eunice? Had she read aright the triumph in his eyes? And was he a traitor too? "And, oh, Eunice--Eunice--Eunice!" That was the burden of her thoughts, through many weary hours. She slept towards morning, and woke with a burden of shame and anger, and sorrow and dread, which made all trouble which she had passed through; or which she dreaded, seem as nothing to her. But one night of sleepless misery does not pale the face, or dim the eye, or quell the courage of a healthy girl of eighteen; and she rose early and did all that she usually did in the morning, and, for all that Mrs Stone's watchful eyes could see, enjoyed her breakfast as usual. The morning passed as other mornings had, except that, perhaps, the time given upstairs to her books was a little longer than she gave on most days. But she came down in the middle of her work to read a bit to Eunice, as she sometimes did, either that she might claim admiration for something which she herself admired, or to ask an explanation of something which she did not quite understand. After dinner, she declared herself inclined to go and see old Mrs Belknap, which, she owned, she ought to have done long ago. "Will you go with me, Mrs Stone?" Mrs Stone hesitated. "Well, no; I guess I'll stay with Eunice. Oh, yes, she's well enough!-- but I guess I'll stay. If you'll wait till to-morrow I'll try to go." "But I am going somewhere else to-morrow. I guess I'll go." "You'll miss seeing the last of Dr Justin if you go. He goes at five." "Oh, I can be back long before five! I don't mean to stay to tea, even if she should ask me, which is not likely. I wonder if there is anything I could carry to the poor old lady." "I thought of sending her the stockings I finished last. And you might take her a bottle of pickles. I'll put them in the basket if you are bound to go." "Why, Fidelia, you'll miss saying good-bye to Dr Justin," said Eunice also, when Fidelia went into her room before starting. "I can be back before five. Three hours--nearly four. Oh, yes, I can be back! If I don't go to see the old lady to-day I can't this week, and perhaps not at all. I think I had better go, Eunice. I'll take the near way through the woods."