Sorrowfully and quietly, she put the letter into her bosom--and took Anne's hand, and kissed it.
"All my questions are answered, dear.

I will wait your time." It was simply, sweetly, generously said.
Anne burst into tears.
* * * * * The rain still fell, but the storm was dying away.
Blanche left the sofa, and, going to the window, opened the shutters to look out at the night.

She suddenly came back to Anne.
"I see lights," she said--"the lights of a carriage coming up out of the darkness of the moor.

They are sending after me, from Windygates.

Go into t he bedroom.