She rose quite slowly.
"Don't speak to me yet, Jane," she said.

And with Jane following her at a respectful distance, she returned to the house and went to her room to lie down.
There was nothing to prove that the whole thing was not mere chance, mere chance.

It was this which turned her cold.

It was all impossible.
The little bridge had been entirely unused for so long a time, it had been so slight a structure from the first; it was old, and she remembered now that Walderhurst had once said that it must be examined and strengthened if it was to be used.

She had leaned upon the rail often lately; one evening she had wondered if it seemed quite as steady as usual.