She fixed her eyes upon Elfride with an expression whose force it was impossible to doubt, but the meaning of which was not clear; then upon the carriage they had left.

She seemed to read a sinister story in the scene.
Elfride shrank back, and turned the other way.
'Who is that woman ?' said Stephen.

'She looked hard at you.' 'Mrs.Jethway--a widow, and mother of that young man whose tomb we sat on the other night.

Stephen, she is my enemy.

Would that God had had mercy enough upon me to have hidden this from HER!' 'Do not talk so hopelessly,' he remonstrated.