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It is scarcely to be wondered at when I say that I did not close my eyes that night. I arose early the following morning, determined to lose no time in seeking Mr Gray, and receiving a renewed order to visit Cousin Geoffrey's house. I rose long before dawn, dressed myself neatly, and went down-stairs. I felt far too excited to remain in bed any longer. It was still dark when I entered our tiny drawing-room, but I busied myself in helping our one servant to clean and tidy the little sitting-room. She polished the grate and laid the fire, and I put a match to it and caused it to blaze up merrily.
"Oh, Miss Rosamund, you are wasteful," exclaimed Sally. "And there ain't any too much coal left in the cellar," she continued. "My missus, she never has the fire lit in the droring-room afore dinner-time, and you knows that well, Miss Rosamund."