'We found poor Mrs. Titwing in a great state of excitement on account
of the rain, and also because the dinner had been waiting for nearly
an hour. That scamper in the rain, and the laughing and joking at our
predicament, seemed to bring us closer together than anything else
could have done. Mr. D'Arcy told Mrs. Titwing to take me to my room
to change my dress for dinner, and he seemed quite disappointed when
I told him that I could eat no dinner, and would like to retire to my
room for the night. The fact was that the events of that wonderful
day had exhausted all my powers; every nerve within me seemed crying
out for sleep.
'I went to my room, dismissed Mrs. Titwing, and went to bed at once.
But no sooner had I got into bed than I began to perceive that,
instead of sleep, a long wakeful night was before me. Mr. D'Arcy's
story about finding me in a London studio took entire possession of
my mind. How did I get there? Where had I been and what had been my
adventures before I got there? Why did the painter, in whose studio
Mr. D'Arcy found me, believe that I had been super-naturally sent to
him? I shuddered as a thousand dreadful thoughts flowed into my mind.
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