She turned on me in such a frenzied manner, when I tried to raise her from the ground--she looked at me with such a fearful wildness in her eyes--that I felt absolutely terrified at the sight of her.

To my relief, the paroxysm left her as suddenly as it had come.

She thrust away the tuft of grass into the bosom of her dress, and took my arm and hurried with me out of the churchyard.

I asked her why she had gone back--I asked what those words were which she had spoken at the grave.

'A promise to our dead father,' she answered, with a momentary return of the wild look and the frenzied manner which had startled me already.