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Constance , in her dressing-gown , sat at the open window , looking out over the dewy garden , and vaguely conscious of its scents as one final touch of sweetness in a whole of pleasure which was still sending its thrill through all her pulses . At last , she found pen and paper on her writing-table , and wrote an instruction for Annette upon it . * * * * * `` Please send early for the horses . They should be here at a quarter to nine . Call me at eight . Tell Aunt Ellen that I have gone for a ride , and shall be back by eleven . It was quite a nice ball . ''