Bring me what you find there.

Wait," she added to Dunwody.

"I've something to show you, something to ask you, yes." Jeanne turned, over her arm now the old and worn garments which Sally earlier had attempted to remove.
"What are these ?" exclaimed Josephine of the man who stood by.
He made no reply, but took the faded silks in his own hands, looking at them curiously, as though he himself saw something unexpected, inexplicable.
"What are they, sir?
Whose were they?
You told me once you were alone here." "I am," he answered.

"Look.

These are years old, years, years old." "What are they?
Whose were they ?" she reiterated.
"They are grave clothes," he said simply, and looked her in the face.