A strange, discoloured, folded substance lay on the floor of the carriage.

Mrs.
Lovell gazed down at it, and then at him, ghastly pale.

He lifted it by one corner, and the diminutive folded squares came out, revealing a strip of red-stained handkerchief.
Mrs.Lovell grasped it, and thrust it out of sight.
She spoke as they approached the church-door: "Mention nothing of this to a soul, or you forfeit my friendship for ever." When they alighted, she was smiling in her old affable manner..