'And though he's handsome, there's something, is there not, _funeste_ in his deep eyes and black hair; and the dear old man knows something strange about him, too; I suppose 'tis all the same story.' 'And he has not told you,' said Gertrude, looking down with a gloomy face at her fan.
'No; but I'm so curious, I know he will, though he does not like to speak of it; but you know, Gerty, I love a horror, and I know the story's fearful, and I feel uncertain whether he's a man or a ghost; but see, Aunt Rebecca and Mistress Strafford are kissing.' 'Good-night, dear Lily, and remember!' said pale Gertrude without a smile, looking at her, for a moment, with a steadfast gaze, and then kissing her with a hasty and earnest pressure.

And Lily kissed her again, and so they parted..