At the close of three weeks, I was able to quit my chamber, and move about the house. And on the first occasion of my sitting up in the evening, I asked Catherine to read to me, because my eyes were weak. We were in the library, the master having gone to bed: she consented, rather unwillingly, I fancied; and imagining my sort of books did not suit her, I bid her place herself in the choice of what she perused. She selected one of her own favourites, and got forward steadily about an hour; then came frequent questions.

`Ellen, are not you tired? Hadn't you better lie down now? You'll be sick, keeping up so long, Ellen.'

`No, no, dear, I'm not tired,' I returned continually.

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