There was no hiding place there; a chair, a table, a little bedstead, and two or three pegs in the wall to hang clothes on; a narrow window, with two iron bars across; no hearth or chimney--nothing but bare walls.
Alice looked round in amazement, and her eyes glanced with painful inquiry into those of her sister.

Una smiled one of her peculiar sidelong smiles, and said---- "Strange dreams! I've been dreaming--so has Alice.

She hears and sees Una's dreams, and wonders--and well she may." And she kissed her sister's cheek with a cold kiss, and lay down in her little bed, her slender hand under her head, and spoke no more.
Alice, not knowing what to think, went back to hers.
About this time Ultor De Lacy returned.

He heard his elder daughter's strange narrative with marked uneasiness, and his agitation seemed to grow rather than subside.

He enjoined her, however, not to mention it to the old servant, nor in presence of anybody she might chance to see, but only to him and to the priest, if he could be persuaded to resume his duty and return.