Nothing was to be heard but the storm, without, and now and then the opening and shutting of some door within.
Another half-hour.

Then the door of the seamstress's room opened, and her brother came out.

How pale he was--paler and graver than his sister ever remembered seeing him before.
"Well," she said, rising, "how is your patient ?" "Better," he briefly answered, "very much better." "I thought she was worse, you look so pale." "Pale, do I?
This dismal morning, I suppose.

Grace," he said, lowering his tone and looking at her fixedly, "whose ghost did old Margery say she saw ?" "Whose ghost! What a question!" "Answer it!" "Don't be so imperative, please.

Master Harry's ghost, she said." "And Master Harry is Captain Danton's son ?" "Was--he is dead now." "Yes, yes! he was killed in New York, I believe." "So they say.