the best way I could have taken to compose her. She laid her head on my shoulder, and smiled faintly through her tears.
“I am very sorry for forgetting myself,” she said artlessly. “I have not been well—I have felt sadly weak and nervous lately, and I often cry without reason when I am alone. I am better now—I can answer you as I ought, Mr. Gilmore, I can indeed.”
“No, no, my dear,” I replied, “we will consider the subject as done with for the present. You have said enough to sanction my taking
various points, to the church-yard, rose the white marble cross that distinguished Mrs. Fairlie’s grave from the humbler monuments scattered about it.
“I need go no farther with you,” said Miss Halcombe, pointing to the grave. “You will let me know if you find anything to confirm the idea you have