The night was warm, there was no fog in the garden, and I felt happy. After cheese, I watched the Trifles and the Pennystocks say their good-byes and leave, and my parents send Miss Truehart away in a hansom. Lady Drollery and Sir John were soon in bed themselves, after a quick look into the nursery to be reassured I was sleeping soundly. The last light out in the house was Horrocks’s, in the small room in the corner of the building where he slept.
I yawned. I had grown sleepy, but the excitement of the evening was still in me and I did not wish to retire. As I had often done before, I crawled inside the thicket to rest for a few minutes, lay down, looked up through the holly leaves at the stars and moon of the night sky one last time, and closed my eyes.