Monday at noon
The heart that had ached so wearily would ache no more ; for the tired brain there was no more doubt . Had existence been to her but one song of thanksgiving , even then to lie thus had been more desirable . For to sleep is better than to wake , and how should we who live bear the day 's burden but for the promise of death . On Monday at noon there arrived a telegram , addressed to ` Miss Thyrza Trent . ' Gilbert received it from Mrs. Jarmey , and he took it upstairs to Lydia , who opened it . It was from Mrs. Ormonde ; she was at the Emersons ' , and wished to know when Thyrza would return ; she desired to see her . ` Will you write to her , Gilbert ? '