"Oh no, Mrs.Woodville!" cried the irrepressible woman, calling me by my name, as usual; "nothing like so near as you think!" I looked with a beating heart at the old lady.
To my unutterable amazement, not the faintest gleam of recognition appeared in her face.

Old Mrs.Woodville went on talking to young Mrs.
Woodville just as composedly as if she had never heard her own name before in her life! My face and manner must have betrayed something of the agitation that I was suffering.

Happening to look at me at the end of her next sentence, the old lady started, and said, in her kindly way, "I am afraid you have overexerted yourself.

You are very pale--you are looking quite exhausted.

Come and sit down here; let me lend you my smelling-bottle." I followed her, quite helplessly, to the base of the cliff.