I heard her that same evening express a wish to be driven to Vale Royal on the day following; a young girl, whom she had been instrumental in saving from ruin, had been suddenly taken ill, and wanted to see her.
"My darling," Lance said, "you do not seem to me strong enough.

Let me persuade you to rest tomorrow." "I should like to see Rose Winter again before--before I"-- then she stopped abruptly.
"Before you--what, Frances ?" he asked.
"I mean," she said, "that I should like to see Rose before she grows worse." "I think you ought to rest, but you shall do as you like, Frances; you always do.

I will drive you over myself." I saw them start on the following morning, and then I tried to think over in solitude what it would be best to do.

Her story certainly altered facts very considerably.

She was not a murderess, as I had believed her to be.