Themorningwasfaradvancedbeforehecouldgotobed。Whenthefirstlightoftheaurorabrokethesky，helookedoutagain；——andthefirstglimmeringsofthemorninginthewoodweremoredreadfulthanthedeepestdarknessofthepastnight。Possessedbyanewhorror，hethoughthowawfulitwouldbetoseeabelatedghost，hurryingawayinhelplesshaste。Thespectrewouldbeyetmoreterribleinthegreylightofthecomingday，andtheazurebreezesofthemorning，whichtoitwouldbelikeanewandmorefearfuldeath，thanamidstitsownhomelysepulchraldarkness；whilethesilenceallaround——silenceinlight——couldbefitonlythatdreadseasonoflonelinesswhenmenarelostinsleep，andghosts，iftheywalkatall，walkindismay。
Butatlengthfearyieldedtosleep，thoughstillhetroubledhershortreign。
Whenheawoke，hefounditsolate，thatitwasallhecoulddotogetdownintimeforbreakfast。Butsoanxiouswashenottobelaterthanusual，thathewasintheroombeforeMr。Arnoldmadehisappearance。Euphra，however，wastherebeforehim。Shegreetedhimintheusualway，quitecircumspectly。Butshelookedtroubled。
Herfacewasverypale，andhereyeswerered，asiffromsleeplessnessorweeping。Whenheruncleentered，sheaddressedhimwithmoregaietythanusual，andhedidnotperceivethatanythingwasamisswithher。Butthewholeofthatdayshewalkedasinareverie，avoidingHughtwoorthreetimesthattheychancedtomeetwithoutathirdpersonintheneighbourhood。Onceintheforenoon——whenshewasgenerallytobefoundinherroom——hecouldnotrefrainfromtryingtoseeher。Thechangeandthemysterywereinsupportabletohim。Butwhenhetappedatherdoor，noanswercame；andhewalkedbacktoHarry，feeling，asif，byanunknowndoorinhisownsoul，hehadbeenshutoutofthehalfofhisbeing。
Orrather——awallseemedtohavebeenbuiltrightbeforehiseyes，whichstillwastherewhereverhewent。