Having seen the volume of poems in his wife's hand of late, and heard fragments of the landlady's conversation about Trewe when they were her tenants, he all at once said to himself; 'Why of course it's he! How the devil did she get to know him?
What sly animals women are!' Then he placidly dismissed the matter, and went on with his daily affairs.

By this time Ella at home had come to a determination.

Mrs.
Hooper, in sending the hair and photograph, had informed her of the day of the funeral; and as the morning and noon wore on an overpowering wish to know where they were laying him took possession of the sympathetic woman.

Caring very little now what her husband or any one else might think of her eccentricities; she wrote Marchmill a brief note, stating that she was called away for the afternoon and evening, but would return on the following morning.

This she left on his desk, and having given the same information to the servants, went out of the house on foot.
When Mr.Marchmill reached home early in the afternoon the servants looked anxious.