How Mrs.Boyce can allow her to mix herself with such things as this murder--to _live_ in that cottage, as I hear she has been doing, passes my comprehension." "You mean," said Lady Winterbourne, dreamily, "that if one had been very fond of one's maid, and she died, one wouldn't put on mourning for her.
Marcella would." "I dare say," said Miss Raeburn, snappishly.

"She is capable of anything far-fetched and theatrical." The door opened and Hallin came in.

He had been suffering of late, and much confined to the house.

But the news of the murder had made a deep and painful impression upon him, and he had been eagerly acquainting himself with the facts.

Miss Raeburn, whose kindness ran with unceasing flow along the channels she allowed it, was greatly attached to him in spite of his views, and she now threw herself upon him for sympathy in the matter of the wedding.