Then, as her eyes met Fanny's, a shock ran through her--the same sudden, inexplicable fear which had seized on Mrs.
Colwood, only more sickening, more paralyzing.

And it was a fear which ran back to and linked itself with the hour of heart-searching in the wood.

What was Fanny thinking of ?--what was in her mind--on her lips?
Impulses she could not have defined, terrors to which she could give no name, crept over Diana's will and disabled it.

She trembled from head to foot--and gave way.
She walked up to her cousin.
"Fanny, is there any letter--anything of grandpapa's--or of my mother's--that you could show me ?" "No! It was a promise, I tell you--there was no writing.

But my mother could swear to it." The girl faced her cousin without flinching.