"Oh!" she whispered to herself, as she thought of what she had proposed and planned, "what have I done?
what have I done ?" She turned from the window with some vague idea in her mind of following Mr.Holmcroft and calling him back.

As she faced the bed again she also confronted Ignatius Wetzel.

He was just stepping forward to speak to her, with a white handkerchief--the handkerchief which she had lent to Grace--held up in his hand.
"I have found this in her pocket," he said.

"Here is her name written on it.

She must be a countrywoman of yours." He read the letters marked on the handkerchief with some difficulty.