"If this heroine hadn't died there wouldn't have been any story.
She was Miss Reade's aunt and her name was Una, and I believe she must have been just like Miss Reade herself.

Miss Reade told me all about her.

When we went into the garden I saw in one corner of it an old stone bench arched over by a couple of pear trees and all grown about with grass and violets.

And an old man was sitting on it--a bent old man with long, snow-white hair and beautiful sad blue eyes.

He seemed very lonely and sorrowful and I wondered that Miss Reade didn't speak to him.