There were two voices, a man's and a woman's; but I couldn't catch a single word, and it did not last long.

I declare, if it were the last word I had to speak, that I heard no more of the quarrel than that, and I wasn't no nearer to it." She really did seem to speak the truth, in spite of her shrinking fear, which was evident to all.

Mr.Verner inquired, with incredulity equally evident, whether that was sufficient to put her into the state of tremor spoken of by young Broom.
Mrs.Roy hung her head.
"I'm timid at quarrels, 'specially if it's at night," she faintly answered.
"And was it just the hearing of that quarrel that made you sink down on your knees, and clasp hold of a tree ?" continued Mr.Verner.Upon which Mrs.Roy let fall her head on her hands, and sobbed piteously.
Robin Frost interrupted, sarcasm in his tone--"There's a tale going on, outside, that you saw a ghost, and it was that as frighted you," he said to her.

"Perhaps, sir"-- turning to Mr.Verner--"you'll ask her whose ghost it was." This appeared to put the finishing touch to Mrs.Roy's discomfiture.
Nothing could be made of her for a few minutes.

Presently, her agitation somewhat subsided; she lifted her head, and spoke as with a desperate effort.
"It's true," she said.