In the afternoon she came down, though they had already called on her, and had not expected to see her again.

Her bright eyes, brown hair, flowery bonnet, lemon-coloured gloves, and flush beauty, were like an irradiation into the apartment, which they in their gloom could hardly bear.
'I forgot to tell you,' she said, 'of a curious thing which happened to me a month or two before my marriage--something which I have thought may have had a connection with the accident to the poor man you have buried to-day.

It was on that evening I was at the manor-house waiting for you to fetch me; I was in the winter-garden with Albert, and we were sitting silent together, when we fancied we heard a cry.

We opened the door, and while Albert ran to fetch his hat, leaving me standing there, the cry was repeated, and my excited senses made me think I heard my own name.

When Albert came back all was silent, and we decided that it was only a drunken shout, and not a cry for help.