"He sits resting his head on his hand, and hardly hears me when I speak to him." But I thought no more of it, as Miss Galindo did not name it again.

My lady came amongst us once more.

From elderly she had become old; a little, frail, old lady, in heavy black drapery, never speaking about nor alluding to her great sorrow; quieter, gentler, paler than ever before; and her eyes dim with much weeping, never witnessed by mortal.
She had seen Mr.Gray at the expiration of the month of deep retirement.
But I do not think that even to him she had said one word of her own particular individual sorrow.

All mention of it seemed buried deep for evermore.

One day, Mr.Horner sent word that he was too much indisposed to attend to his usual business at the Hall; but he wrote down some directions and requests to Miss Galindo, saying that he would be at his office early the next morning.