_She_ must fathom it; she must see who, and what it was; for the servants she dared not call, and those movements were imperative, and might not be disregarded.

But she possessed more innate courage than falls to the lot of some young ladies.
"Mamma," she said, returning to the parlor and catching up her shawl, while striving to speak without emotion.

"I shall just walk down the path and see if papa is coming." Mrs.Hare did not reply.

She was musing upon other things, in that quiescent happy mood, which a small portion of spirits will impart to one weak in body; and Barbara softly closed the door, and stole out again to the portico.

She stood a moment to rally her courage, and again the hat was waved impatiently.
Barbara Hare commenced her walk towards it in dread unutterable, an undefined sense of evil filling her sinking heart; mingling with which, came, with a rush of terror, a fear of that other undefinable evil--the evil Mrs.Hare had declared was foreboded by her dream..