In a moment I saw his face turn smiling to another--Evelyn's, I think--and both were gone.
Charles's light steel eyes were fixed full upon me.
"'Only the night before you came down here,' you were saying," he remarked, leaning back and half shutting them as usual.
"Yes, only the night before I came down here our house was broken into;" and I gave him a short account of what had happened.

"And only the night before _that_," I added, "a poor woman was murdered in Jane's old house.
I remember it especially, because I went to the house by mistake, not knowing Jane had moved, and I saw her, poor thing, sitting by the fire.
I don't see that living in town _is_ so much safer for life and property, after all." "Dear me! no.

You are right, perfectly right," said Charles, dreamily.
"Your sister's experience proves it.

And that other poor creature--only the night before--and in Miss Middleton's former house, too.

Well, Middleton," with a start, "I suppose we ought to be going back now.