nearly nine o'clock before
`` Felix , let us go down-stairs . I think if your mother would give me some wine , it might strengthen me . '' Notwithstanding the snow , Mrs. Andrews had gone out ; but Felix had the wine brought to the school-room , and after a little while the blood showed itself shyly in the governess 's white lips , and she took the boy 's Latin book and heard him recite his lesson . The day appeared wearily long , but she omitted none of the appointed tasks , and it was nearly nine o'clock before Felix fell asleep that night . Softly unclasping his thin fingers which clung to her hand , she went up to her own room , feeling the full force of those mournful words in Eugenie de Guerin 's Journal : `` It goes on in the soul . No one is aware of what I feel ; no one suffers from it . I only pour out my heart before God -- and here .