Now the heliotrope had been Marjory's favourite flower, and since her death not one of them had ever been planted in Will's ground.
'I must be going crazy,' he thought.

'Poor Marjory and her heliotropes!' And with that he raised his eyes towards the window that had once been hers.

If he had been bewildered before, he was now almost terrified; for there was a light in the room; the window was an orange oblong as of yore; and the corner of the blind was lifted and let fall as on the night when he stood and shouted to the stars in his perplexity.

The illusion only endured an instant; but it left him somewhat unmanned, rubbing his eyes and staring at the outline of the house and the black night behind it.

While he thus stood, and it seemed as if he must have stood there quite a long time, there came a renewal of the noises on the road: and he turned in time to meet a stranger, who was advancing to meet him across the court.