For, as she gazed, a startled look came over her, and her face flushed and made her young again.
"What is it ?" "Paul Martel died yesterday." "Paul ?" and her hand went quickly to her heart, as though to still a sudden stab of pain, and for the moment her face whitened and then dyed red again.
Krok had eyed Uncle George keenly from the moment he entered.

Now he did a strange thing.

He got up quietly and took down a lantern and went to the fire to light it.

Perhaps it had been an understood thing between them.

I do not know.
My mother looked at Krok and then at Uncle George, and my grandfather stood up.
"Yes," said Uncle George with a grave nod.