at once that this was the paragraph which had so strangely affected Anne Catherick, and I thought I saw in it, also, the origin of the letter which she sent to our house the next day.”
“There can be no doubt in either case. But what did you hear about her second attack of faintness yesterday evening?”
“Nothing. The cause of it is a complete mystery. There was no stranger in the room. The only visitor was our dairymaid, who, as I told you, is one of Mr. Todd’s daughters, and the only conversation
one of the chairs at the little round table inside, and signed to me to take the other. I suspected what was coming when she spoke to me in the breakfast-room; I felt certain of it now.
“Mr. Hartright,” she said, “I am going to begin by making a frank avowal to you. I am going to say—without phrase-making,