There came a shade of paleness over her face, and a look of trouble on her brow, and for a moment or two she made no reply.
"Did he ?" she then said.

"And when was that ?" "I suppose it was in London.

But, after all, I believe it was not you, but somebody whom he remembers to have been like you.

He says that the lady was a Miss Vigo." As she pronounced the name, Clara turned her face away, feeling instinctively that it would be kind to do so.
"Miss Vigo!" said Mrs.Askerton at once; and there was that in the tone of her voice which made Clara feel that all was not right with her.

"I remember that there were Miss Vigos; two of them, I think.
I didn't know that they were like me especially." "And he says that the one he remembers married a Mr.Berdmore." "Married a Mr.Berdmore!" The tone of voice was still the same, and there was an evident struggle, as though the woman was making a vehement effort to speak in her natural voice.