Yes, yes, you have made a great mistake, my dear;" and then she went into the house to get ready for her walk.
Malcolm went to Norway, and wondered why he did not enjoy himself more.
He had congenial companions, good sport, and the weather was distinctly favourable, but he could not get rid of his trouble.

Wherever he went, in sunlight or moonlight, the shadowy presence of the woman he loved so passionately walked beside him.

On the shores of the lonely fiord or in the pine forests, Elizabeth's bright, speaking face seemed to move before him like a will o' the wisp; even in the rustle of the summer breeze in the leaves he could hear her voice, with its odd breaks and sibilant pauses, so curiously sweet to his ear.

"I am possessed," he would say to himself--"I am possessed!" and indeed with all his strength of will he was powerless to resist that influence.
Dinah still wrote to him from time to time.

The Wood House was empty, she told him; they had taken a house at Ullswater for three months.