You know mamma has always declared that Bethel had something to do with it; she says her dreams would have convinced her of it, if nothing else did; and she dreamt she saw him with--with--you know." "Hallijohn ?" whispered Mr.Carlyle.
"With Hallijohn," assented Barbara, with a shiver.

"He was standing over him as he lay on the floor; just as he _did_ lay on it.

And that wretched Afy was standing at the end of the kitchen, looking on." "But Mrs.Hare ought not to suffer dreams to disturb her peace by day," remonstrated Mr.Carlyle.

"It is not to be surprised at that she dreams of the murder, because she is always dwelling upon it; but she should strive and throw the feeling from her with the night." "You know what mamma is.

Of course she ought to do so, but she does not.
Papa wonders what makes her get up so ill and trembling of a morning; and mamma has to make all sorts of evasive excuses; for not a hint, as you are aware, must be breathed to him about the murder." Mr.Carlyle gravely nodded.
"Mamma does so harp about Bethel.