She looked jaded and worn, as she lingered for a moment at the hall-window to watch the grayish-yellow light fade out of the sky.

She had spent the best part of the day in the close chamber, and the bright outer air seemed unspeakably refreshing.

She went to her room, threw a large cloth mantle round her shoulders, drew the fur-trimmed hood over her head, and went out.
The frozen fish-pond glittered like a sheet of ivory in the fading light; and walking slowly around it, she saw a little familiar figure, robed like a nun, in black.

She had hardly seen the pale seamstress for weeks, she had been too much absorbed in other things; but now, glad of companionship, she crossed over to the fish-pond and joined her.

As she drew closer, and could see the girl's face in the cold, pale twilight, she was struck with its pallor and indescribably mournful expression.
"You poor, pale child!" Miss Danton said; "you look like some stray spirit wandering ghostily around this place.