'Yes, we are moved by other hands!'
'It is pleasant to think so: and think it of me tomorrow. Will you!' said
Chloe.
He promised it heartily, to induce her to think the same of him.
Their separation was in no way remarkable. The pretty formalities were
executed at the door, and the pair of gentlemen departed.
'It's quite dark still,' Duchess Susan said, looking up at the sky, and
she ran upstairs, and sank, complaining of the weakness of her legs, in a
chair of the ante-chamber of her bedroom, where Chloe slept. Then she
asked the time of the night. She could not suppress her hushed 'Oh!' of
heavy throbbing from minute to minute. Suddenly she started off at a
quick stride to her own room, saying that it must be sleepiness which
affected her so.
Her bedroom had a door to the sitting-room, and thence, as also from
Chloe's room, the landing on the stairs was reached, for the room ran
parallel with both bed-chambers. She walked in it and threw the window
open, but closed it immediately; opened and shut the door, and returned
and called for Chloe.
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