Chapter 20: XX

XX The Saracen’s Head “Alas, he thought, how changed that mien, How changed those timid looks have been, Since years of guilt and of disguise Have steeled her brow and armed her eyes.” Marmion “Are you sleepy, Rose? What a yawn!” “Not sleepy, Aunt Ailie; only it is such a tiresome long day when the Colonel does not come in.” “Take care, Rosie; I don’t know what we shall be good for at this rate.” “We? O Aunt Ermine, then you think it tiresome too. I…