It was from her that this strange warning had come to me, this warning which as yet was only imperfectly explained.

What did she know?
Whom did she suspect?
Was it possible that she, a mere child, had even the glimmering of a suspicion as to the truth?
My eyes followed her every movement.

She walked with all the lightsome grace to which her young limbs and breeding entitled her, her head elegantly poised on her slender neck, her face mostly turned towards her companion, to whom she was talking earnestly.

Even at this distance I seemed to catch the inspiring flash of her dark eyes, to follow the words which fell from her lips so gravely.

And as I watched a new idea came to me.