to-night; and find, that though I am a late watcher, I am not a solitary one."
Mrs. Lorraine stared earnestly at him, and then she endeavoured to assume her usual expression of countenance; but the effort was too much for her. She dropped Vivian's arm, and buried her face in her own hands. Vivian was retiring, when she again looked up. "Where are you going?" she asked, with a quick voice.
"To sleep—as I would advise all: 'tis much past midnight."
"Thou sayest not the truth. The brightness of your eye belies the sentence of your tongue. You are not for sleep."
"Pardon me, my dear Mrs. Lorraine, I really have been gaping for the last hour," said Vivian, and he moved on.
"Mr. Grey! you are speaking to one who takes her answer from the eye, which does not deceive, and from the speaking lineaments of the face, which are Truth's witnesses. Keep
