The red sunlight was shining on the windows of St.Mary's Church behind our seat, and as the sun dipped there was just sufficient change in the refraction and reflection to make it appear as if the light moved.

I called Lucy's attention to the peculiar effect, and she became herself with a start, but she looked sad all the same.

It may have been that she was thinking of that terrible night up there.

We never refer to it, so I said nothing, and we went home to dinner.

Lucy had a headache and went early to bed.