'Have you seen her this morning ?' 'I have seen her not ten minutes since.' 'What was she doing ?' She was busily engaged in writing.

I could not even get her to look at me until I thought of mentioning your name.' 'She remembered me, of course ?' 'She remembered you with some difficulty.

Finding that she wouldn't answer me on any other terms, I questioned her as if I had come direct from you.

Then she spoke.

She not only admitted that she had the same superstitious motive for placing you in that room which she had acknowledged to Francis--she even owned that she had been by your bedside, watching through the night, "to see what you saw," as she expressed it.