A grocer--in an apron!" Bertha was standing still.

She, too, looked astonished, perplexed.
"Isn't it a case of extraordinary likeness ?" she asked, with a grave smile.
"Oh, dear, no! I met his eye--he showed that he knew me--and then his voice.

A grocer--in an apron ?" "This is very shocking," said Bertha, with a recovery of her natural humour.

"Let us walk.

Let us shake off the nightmare." The word applied very well to Rosamund's condition; her fixed eyes were like those of a somnambulist.
"But, Bertha!" she suddenly exclaimed, in a voice of almost petulant protest.