At breakfast time the next morning just a gleam of hope came to me.

Miss Reinhart said that, above everything else, she should like a drive.
Whether it was my pleading and tears or the rector's visit which had made my father think, I cannot tell, but for the first time he seemed quite unwilling to drive her out.

The tears came into her eyes and he went over to her and whispered something which made her smile.

He talked to her in a mysterious kind of fashion that I could neither understand nor make out at all--of some time in the future.
An uneasy sense of something about to happen came over me.

I could feel the approach of some dark shadow; all day the same sensation rested with me, yet I saw nothing to justify it.