Marie listened attentively awhile, then excused herself and withdrew.
After Lorraine had gone Marie said: "There is something about your cousin that fills me with nameless dread.

I always feel when he enters the room as if some one were walking over my grave.

I do wish he would stay at home." "I wish so, too, since he disturbs you.

But, Marie, you are growing nervous.

How cold your hands are.