submit, Marian, as well as I can,” she said. “My new life has its hard duties, and one of them begins to-day.”
As she spoke she went to a side-table near the window, on which her sketching materials were placed, gathered them together carefully, and put them in a drawer of her cabinet. She locked the drawer and brought the key to me.
“I must part from everything that reminds me of him,” she said. “Keep the key wherever you please—I shall never want it again.”
Before I could say a word she
must own that appearances looked suspicious to a stranger. It’s more my fault than yours, for humouring her whims, and letting her be alone in such a place as this. Come, my dear—come home now.”
I thought the good woman looked a little uneasy at the prospect of the walk back, and I offered to go with